"Oh and Poseidon only has a little bit of a beard, clearly the most stylish of the kings."

Persephone pauses in her examination, then realizes what Zagreus said. She clutches at the magazine, squinting her eyes up at Zag, then back at the photographs. Does he really have a leg to stand on with how tall he is? He can't be taller than her Hades.

"I only stand mid chest on Hades, he's not small. I'm small." She gestures up with her free arm, then frowns, "Our worlds are very disparate."

Anything else she might have wanted to say falls flat as he labels the next drawing, her mother. She's just left to stare at this goddess who is nothing like she pictured.