That perfume smells good. I must have it for my mother!
Yes, you can have her.
“Persephone, my love, I am so worried that you will fade away if you do not eat. Look at this sweet fruit, taste just a little for pities’ sake.”
May I take Persephone as my wife?
Mother, mother, help me!
“If the crops fail the people will be hungry,” he thought to himself, “and they will blame me and then who will worship me?” I will send my messenger!
“Never again shall I set foot on Olympus and never again shall I let the ground be fruitful and yield its crops, until I once again behold my beloved daughter whom you have conspired to steal from me.”
I will have six seeds.
This is why there are seasons.
She ate six seeds, she will spend six months of the year on Earth. And six months as the Queen of the Underworld.