Poseidon quietly considered whether or not the Mondo grass needed dividing. He was happy to be out of the temple and into the Cycad garden--people had been phoning non-stop, pestering him with desalinization schemes.
Later, while he knocked soil off his trident, he saw Amphitrite rush out towards him, alarmed, with a yellow bottle in her hand. It was only then he realized he'd forgotten to apply sunscreen. That scamp Apollo had burnt him again.