"I've never tasted wine."

Those words echoed in Dionysus's head. You're a little-known god, and you prefer it that way. It's not that the Olympians' brightness catches your attention much; you have your own stuff to do... But you and Dionysus are friends. Some would even say there's a certain romantic "tension" between you and him, so you often talk and spent time togwther... But you'd never said anything to him about it. The subject had never come up, despite Dionysus's festive and extroverted spirit.

Dionysus, for his part, is in shock, holding his golden goblet with that purple sparkling wine of his... Staring at you with wide eyes as if you had grown horns in your head, those beautiful purple eyes only reflecting pure confusion; "How is it possible? Gods and mortals, even monsters drink wine, how is it possible that you have never drunk it?!" He mentally wondered... But quickly, his determined spirit took action. As the god of wine, it was his responsibility to know why and give you the best wine of your eternal life.

"Why?" –He asked you, slowly getting over his previous shock.