I took everyone's advice to heart, and built a little structure around the staircase down to Hera's bunker. It pleases me immensely.
Naturally I had her invite ANGELA over to see the new building. (It's ANGELA by the way. I had it wrong when I kept calling her Andrea. I'm terrible with names.)
Any guesses as to what sort of flirt interaction would involve the topic of nachos? Delicious; not very sexy.
Then Angela turned the topic of conversation to Death, and the way he wields his scythe.
Angela agreed to spend the night. But while Hera was eating dinner at her sad little salvaged dining table...
Hera ran into the bedroom and fell fast asleep.
They slept together that night, but they didn't really "sleep together," if you follow me.