[Finding some sort of comfort in the fact that Jonas was also bewildered and amazed by the venue, Zagreus allows himself to gaze a little more at the tower, at the people around them, half-hidden by the shroud of ambient lighting. And that's what his mismatched eyes linger on, in the fact that he can't really tell what a person looks like in the distance, blended with someone else's profile, and then moving away and revealing their oneness. It reminds him of Nyx, and how she moved across the night, her starry hair hiding her features until she deems adequate not to be blended with infinity, and the thing he wrote in the device out of nostalgia and the listlessness of a bored mind.]

It sounds like something a friend of mine would enjoy. You mean a place where you bet with coin, right?

[His lip twitches, a little questioning as to why Jonas is staring and what he's apologizing for, and he would ask about if the words didn't hit him like a wall.]

Oh. [He snorts, shoulders hunching for a second as he looks down and waves his hand dismissively at his own wording.] I understand that I made it sound like an actual establishment. It really is only the Kitchen of the House of Hades, where I live. Or, uh, where I used to live. That's all. I tried improving it, but it was a lot quieter. There was no getting around that, with the shades milling about and all. But I hoped to make it more comforting than exciting. Had a counter, some cushioned seats, and Chef used to work there.