"I had told you, Prince," says Achilles, seemingly unaffected by the eye-watering fumes, "that they were not to be trusted."
Zagreus, who for all his divinity, is nonetheless corporeal and thus subject to physical assault, blinks away tears.
"I understand, sir," he says, blearingly looking over at the Head Chef, who seems delighted to be chopping up something other than fish for once, "I won't bring them back again."