PERSEPHONE. Can I offer you a drink, Minerva?

MINERVA. No, thanks. It’s a little early for that.

PERSEPHONE. Right. I rather lost track of time, I’m afraid. We’ve been up all night with grief.

MINERVA. We?

PERSEPHONE. Me and my beloved husband, of course.

MINERVA. Oh, of course. How is Uncle Pluto, these days? Missing the underworld?

PERSEPHONE. Not especially. We’ve traded dominion over hell for dominion over Manhattan.

MINERVA. Yeah, I suppose that’s pretty much the same thing.

PERSEPHONE. Cerberus has become the most successful private security company in the world. But you already knew that. You also knew that I had access to the museum last night because our employees are guards here. And you know that my husband and I were not on the best of terms with his dear departed