Hera, meanwhile, has no intention of leaving the girls with only their small samples. She orders each flavor for the two girls, and the old woman disappears into her stall once more, taking a little longer this time, but soon reemerging with two large buckets that Hera strong suspects were once helmets of some kind, though they've been hammered down into a mostly circular shape, and painted bright colors.

"There you are, girls," she coos. Before Hera can pay, she adds, "And don't think I've forgotten about you -

"Oh, I don't -"

But Hera's protests don't mean much, she ends up with a small sack of kernels that glint orange and green.