Prometheus follows along, nodding amiably at the few people who remain outside, unperturbed by the brief occurrence of rain. It's probably something that happens often around here, he thinks to himself. At least no one need worry about a drought. "Are you people prepared for winter?" he asks. He can't help but remember the terrible winter in the Nexus, and reminds himself that it won't be that way here. No pesky winter spirits, for one thing. "Let me know if I can be of assistance."

He looks over Thor's current living arrangements with a small smile, making note of the distinct decor. It doesn't fit Thor, but it does fit the style of this part of the world. And at least the couch looks comfortable, even though Thor would be better off in a bed.

Using a microwave to heat up mead is a bit of a surprise, but hey, whatever works. He accepts the glass with a warm thanks. "Yamas," he replies, before taking a much lighter sip. Ah, that's better. He blinks at his drink. "Wow, this is the good stuff, isn't it? I haven't had a drink this strong since Dionysius's last birthday party." He pauses, then adds for clarification. "God of Wine. Real sweet guy, love him to pieces. His groupies? Not so much."