"Oh, the doorways aren't big enough for him in your world?" Normal sized doors? That's weird. Persephone's Hell is weird. "I'm used to everything pretty much being too big for me except for the stuff in my own room and the lounge... because of course, Lord Hades would never be caught lounging, he's got this fearsome image to maintain."
He notes the sudden burst of life-affirming magic coming from Persephone, and sees the bag when it hits the floor. "Oh, I've-- I've made you upset again, haven't I. I didn't mean-- the thing is, I'm used to it. Nobody in the Underworld ever liked me much except for, well, Achilles and Nyx, and Meg and Than, and Cerberus. Most of these are recent friendships, all told."
The prince takes the verdant jute bag with a smile, nodding. "That sounds great, actually, I'm sure she'd get a kick out of it." He sets it in with his own, making thirty-one. "I suppose I should think if there's anyone else I should send a message to. Surely there's someone. But anyway, who is Cordon Bleu?"
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He notes the sudden burst of life-affirming magic coming from Persephone, and sees the bag when it hits the floor. "Oh, I've-- I've made you upset again, haven't I. I didn't mean-- the thing is, I'm used to it. Nobody in the Underworld ever liked me much except for, well, Achilles and Nyx, and Meg and Than, and Cerberus. Most of these are recent friendships, all told."
The prince takes the verdant jute bag with a smile, nodding. "That sounds great, actually, I'm sure she'd get a kick out of it." He sets it in with his own, making thirty-one. "I suppose I should think if there's anyone else I should send a message to. Surely there's someone. But anyway, who is Cordon Bleu?"