[Zagreus nods and jabs the cigarette with the filter on the ground on a dent by the sidewalk, the same way you'd with an incense stick. He feels like asking about it but doesn't yet, driven by the curiosity of the whole place more than the one from the charred herbs Jonas was inhaling.
He's expecting something like the Kitchen back home — the quiet, hushed talking between shades and House staff, the seats he himself had commissioned, maybe a disco ball or two, Chef chopping onions.
The hum thrumming through the infrastructure should have been enough of a warning that it wasn't. His eyes go up, up, and up and up, and…
That's… impressive. Zagreus' mouth slips open, and he has to break himself from the spell of looking at the pillar — the only thing similar to that is the statues in Elysium. The darkness of the place and the amount of people there all makes it feel like a broth of something living, even if the irony hasn't struck yet.
He rushes to follow Jonas, slipping on the seat across from him.]
Is it not? The only reference I have from back home is the House Kitchen, and it's very different.
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He's expecting something like the Kitchen back home — the quiet, hushed talking between shades and House staff, the seats he himself had commissioned, maybe a disco ball or two, Chef chopping onions.
The hum thrumming through the infrastructure should have been enough of a warning that it wasn't. His eyes go up, up, and up and up, and…
That's… impressive. Zagreus' mouth slips open, and he has to break himself from the spell of looking at the pillar — the only thing similar to that is the statues in Elysium. The darkness of the place and the amount of people there all makes it feel like a broth of something living, even if the irony hasn't struck yet.
He rushes to follow Jonas, slipping on the seat across from him.]
Is it not? The only reference I have from back home is the House Kitchen, and it's very different.