"It’s just us," Xena said. "We just dropped by to say hello."

"I doubt that!" He answered. "What are you doing here? HOW did you get here?"

"Gabrielle brought us here." And answering his questioning look, she added, "In case you haven’t heard, Gabrielle is a goddess now. She can do all the things you Olympians can do, those of you who are still alive."

"Gabrielle, a goddess? How? When?"

"I gave a drink of water to a dying old woman, who turned out to be a sorceress. And in return, she gave me a goblet of wine. At least, that’s what I thought it was. But it turned out the wine contained the Essence of Ambrosia. So, here I am.’

"Yeah," Xena interrupted, "Gabrielle, the Goddess of Whatever."

"Now that I think about it, I have been hearing rumors of a strange god running around, doing good deeds. Made me kind of uncomfortable. But I never dreamed it would be you. So, what is your title again, Goddess of Whatever?"

"Don’t listen to Xena, she’s just being her usual sarcastic self. Actually, we were looking for Aphrodite. And Mt. Olympus was the only place I could think of to look."

"Why do you want her when you could have me?"

Xena interrupted again. "Gabrielle is having a little trouble trying to decide just what kind of goddess she wants to be. And we thought that Aphrodite might be able to help her sort things out."

"Oh, I see," Ares said. "You’re looking to specialize, to focus your talents into one major area of expertise."

"Exactly! I want to be able to concentrate on doing good and helping people. But I don’t know what title would suit me best."

"She wants to know what to put over the doors of her temples."

"NO, Xena, I DO NOT want any temples. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"But you’ve GOT to have temples," Ares told her. "And the more of them there are, the better it is."

"How do you figure?" Gabrielle asked.

"The more temples you have, the more offerings you get. The more offerings you get, the more help people expect. The more help they expect, the less they do for themselves. The less they do, the lazier they get. The lazier they get, the easier it is for my followers to sack and pillage. And then, YOU get to come around and patch things up for them. And then — more offerings. See how it works? Win, win, all the way around!"