"I don't know, Beth," Wil grunts to her, laying his head on the cool rock of the cave floor. "Let's just get some sleep and we'll figure it out in the morning."
"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep, Wil... I mean, we're pigs! Doesn't that upset you at all?"
"Why should it? As if being human was any great shakes. I'm tired, Beth. Goodnight."
***
"Boris," Circe purrs in a voice that resembles the human equivalent of an oil slick, "I trust the inventory went well?"
"Um..." the large behemoth grunts uncomfortably, glancing down at a flipchart and thumbing through the pages one more time. "Not... Not exactly, my lady."
Circe's eyes fly wife open and she stands up sharply from her throne. "I beg your pardon?"
"We... We seem to be missing several pigs, and uh..."
"WHAT?!" Circe screeches, and throws her hands forward, a bolt of electricity flying out of them and bringing Boris to his knees. "How many?"
"Six... My lady..." Boris squeals in pain. "Mercy, please..."
"Not once in a thousand years have I had a single escape, and now you're telling me that I have six?!?"
"I will find them, my lady... I swear..." Boris grovels, not daring to get up from where he was felled.
"You had better, or I shall put you at the top of the menu for next month's convention of demigods! Do you understand?"
"I do, mistress."
"You have three days, they can't have gone far. Round up your best men and FIND THEM!"
Boris does not answer, he just scrambles out of her chambers to assemble his men.