"Yep!" He's as sleepily chipper as normal. Honestly, the spooky decor doesn't bother him. He lives in the Underworld. It's all rather homey in his eyes.

"What else would I do? Wait, let me get my quill..." His scroll and quill usually hover around him, but he has to dig through his robes to find them, and actually hold them with his hands. Weird.

But he finds them, and presses the tip of his quill to his parchment, poised to write. Otherwise, his brother's suggestions will go in one ear and out the other. Step 1: make a list about what non-list steps to take. In the margins, he starts doodling a little picture of the endless hallway.