"Microwave." Her assumption is very correct! He doesn't have even the slightest clue what that could refer to. He barely eats already and the Underworld's kitchen is pretty lacking in modern amenities.

He nods along, taking mental notes on her explanation. Small talk, weather, ask about their day, compliment their clothes. A fairly simple list, he thinks. He doesn't really know why he would need to flatter mortals, but they must be as fickle as the gods. How tiresome.

"Thank you... I will need to practice these things, I think. But the information helps." And talking seems to be helping him not think about the 'being trapped sleeping' thing. "It is a little odd. Asking about the weather? But, the snow is visible. And the cold rather biting. I'm not used to being out in such weather for long."