[ manners, hades. he cannot recall the last guest he's had - his brother, probably - and whatever knowledge he has on how to host a guest has abandoned him. hades coughs awkwardly into his fist. ]

I typically eat dinner at this time. I was on my way, before we crossed paths. You should join me.

[ a pause. that's still a bit close to an order, and - no, he doesn't wish that. ]

I mean. Uh - if you want to. Only that the gates have closed, and you won't be able to leave until tomorrow. Surely, you must be hungry.