Poseidon couldn't believe it. Back then, desserts were often hard as rocks and wouldn't go down without good tea or wine. Now, these cakes as Zero called them melted the moment he put them in his mouth. The pies were sweet and gave off a baked fragrance that he never knew before. Who would have thought that the cuisine served in Hell would surpass the feasts they threw in Heaven several thousand years ago?
Zero proved to be more challenging than Poseidon thought he would be. If the teen resembled a lamb before, right now, Poseidon was convinced that Zero was actually a fox in rabbit skin. The teen would often let out bits of information slip in between small talks and not say anymore, prompting Poseidon to take the initiative to ask a question. Zero would always answer them just enough to satisfy the titan but still curious enough to want to know more. The young one would then seize the opportunity without fail to ask more about his personal history and about his niece.
