Hermes's eyes twinkled. 'Martha, may I have the first package, please?'Martha opened her mouth ... And kept opening it until it was as wide as my arm. She belched out a stainless steel canister-an old-fashioned lunch box thermos with a black plastic top. The sides of the thermos were enameled with red and yellow Ancient Greek scenes-a hero killing a lion; a hero lifting up Cerberus, the three-headed dog.'That's Hercules,' I said. 'But how-'Never question a gift,' Hermes chided. 'This is a collector's item from Hercules Busts Heads. The first season.'Hercules Busts Heads?'Great show.' Hermes sighed. 'Back before Hephaestus-TV was all reality programming. Of course, the thermos would be worth much more if I had the whole lunch box-.