[He's listening, even as they arrive in the kitchen and Hades peers through the oven's glass door at the Spanokopita inside. He lets Hythlodaeus' response hang in the air, much like the heavenly aroma of the baking dish, though far less certain of its pleasantness.
Finally, he turns his attention back to Hythlodaeus, eyeing him curiously, uncertainly. He's certainly glad, in a way, that Hythlodaeus has regained his confidence—fake or no, it was unsettling to see Hythlodaeus act like that. However, he can only wonder what exactly he means by that, and what further it might mean for their shared time here.]
And what pieces were they? Speak plain—there is little reason to keep the truth from me at this point.
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Finally, he turns his attention back to Hythlodaeus, eyeing him curiously, uncertainly. He's certainly glad, in a way, that Hythlodaeus has regained his confidence—fake or no, it was unsettling to see Hythlodaeus act like that. However, he can only wonder what exactly he means by that, and what further it might mean for their shared time here.]
And what pieces were they? Speak plain—there is little reason to keep the truth from me at this point.