"Oh, I thought I was going to be 'Uncle'?" Hythlodaeus said with clear surprise, "I mean, I wasn't overly involved in the, ah, baby making process..."

Prometheus would've rolled his eyes if he had any, "You can be Uncle or Dad, it's up to you."

"And you?"

"Well, obviously, I'm Cool Dad."

"That's... weird, Prometheus."

While Hythlodaeus and Prometheus argued what constituted as an appropriate parental title, Aza was slowly coaxed over by the smell of bone broth. He stepped lightly, ready to dart back into the safety of his dragon parent's arms if the red skull came back... but it didn't. He reached the bowl, and two-legged parent's face stayed the same, so Aza chanced lapping the broth up.

Then when nothing happened, he got a little more comfortable, clambering half-onto Hades's arm to shove his snout right into the bowl, almost tipping it over.