It's An Open Ultimatum

A tall form shadowed her figure, and Hera lifted her eyelids watching while Hunter got settled himself on the chair next to her left, surprisingly without his gang. Her mouth watered when she eyed his plates, one filled with frozen dessert, Arctic roll and strawberries and the other with his favourite sandwiches with lots of cheese dripping out of it. 

A smile broke into her face when Hunter silently pushed the plate towards her, replacing her pasta with his dessert. 

She moaned in pure bliss after filling her mouth with the first bite and heard Hunter groan in disapproval. "Bianca is right, Goddess, you need to learn some table manners," he said and averted his eyes. Hera noticed his clenched jaw and ignored his usual reaction to her moans as she never understood the actual reason for his displeasure.