Daniel

“Zia gasped, her face beading with sweat. “When the people needed to stop Sekhmet, they got huge vats of beer and colored them bright red with pomegranate juice.”
“Yeah, I remember now,” I interrupted. “They told Sekhmet it was blood, and she drank until she passed out. Then Ra was able to recall her into the heavens. They transformed her into something gentler. A cow goddess or something.”
“Hathor,” Zia said. “That is Sekhmet’s other form. The flip side of her personality.”
Sadie shook her head in disbelief. “So you’re saying we offer to buy Sekhmet a few pints, and she’ll turn into a cow.”
“Not exactly,” Zia said. “But salsa is red, is it not?”
― Rick Riordan, The Red Pyramid