[A memory of a conversation he had back at home bubbles up towards the surface after clinging to the back of Zagreus' mind since he arrived, about how some mortals get to understand how to learn quickly, which was impressive, as gods, immortals, and the like, all seem to take longer to grasp. Thirty years seems like such a small number to him, but he understands. He nods thoughtfully.] I once asked if we couldn't educate people about what death really entails, but I suppose it's a slow process.

[He does, and his dark eyebrows shoot up. He only gives him a little bit of a look as he makes two and two together. Herbs were used for incense, offerings, to stave off pain in certain cases. Mostly, he knew, fumigating herbs were a channel to get you closer to the divine, with Shades telling tales of how they visited Delphi and how clouded the rooms were.] You said you weren't very spiritual, though. [Although if he does fumigate herbs…] W-wait, you had something of the sort outside, too. Is it something you usually do?

[He's fascinated. He could assume that linking those herbs to wine and other spirits had the same intent, whereas he had only heard about the other usage for it. He grins.] Alright, that's a promise, then. We'll set something up to make up for all the celebrations that were lackluster.

[And his eyes widen once again. Jonas, your world is full of surprises.] You kissed someone? Anyone?