(if jonas was waiting for a reason to think of zagreus as a "good guy," this is it; he wears a small, strange smile as he's told of the kitchen and zagreus' efforts there. for the dead?

they deserve as much—or more—love than the living.

he's startled, then, a bit too wrapped up in his thoughts, when their server leans in. they're warmly flirtatious and it doesn't feel like a performance, and jonas finds he appreciates the casualness more than he would if visited by someone with a notepad and pen at the ready.)

Yeah, actually—oh, when I was alive, I actually wanted to try mead out. It got popular again just recently, so, like, maybe two of those? I hear they're a bit sweet, or—not sweet, I guess, but jammy almost. That cool?

("very cool. we've got mead by the barrel, too, so you two can feel like you're living in the iron age. actually met a guy in here last week with one of those helmets with the red broom bristles on top.

be back soon."

chuckling at them gesturing out the helmet crest as they leave to fetch the drinks, jonas glances back at zagreus with a helpless shrug.)

Good to know you're there to make sure the shades have a good time. With my own experience with the afterlife growing... broader and broader, I think I kind of get why they'd be uncomfortable or, like, unsure, you know?

I don't know where to go or what to do with myself.