[Communing is a funny way to put it. Though with how difficult it is to get Apollo to answer his phone, sometimes it does feel more like communing with a god on a mountain than talking to her friend.

"Closer than that" almost pulls her up short, but she tries not to read into that too hard.]

Yeah, he's alright. [Said with fondness.] We're friends. I'm a god, too... or an idol, that's usually what we call ourselves now. [Though "god" gets the point across much more easily to people who aren't familiar.] I'm one of the Muses... [More to herself, she adds:] But that probably doesn't mean too much if you don't know Apollo.

I'm Grace. I'm... a goddess of art, especially music and poetry. [She does a little jazz hand.]