“... I heard that,” Hades said with a frown. “I suppose that is too stuffy, isn’t it? I just don’t want us to give him a personality disorder. I mean, we’re lucky. We can talk to him...”

Hades perked up and delighted at little Azeyma’s attempt. “Very good, clever boy. I’ll say it slower... Ahhh... zeeeeyyy...maaah.” Hades looked silly, over emphasizing his sounds and mouth movements.

He held one of his cute little feet in his hand as he spoke. “Now you try, my son.”