"Wow," both Prometheus and Hythlodaeus said in unison, boggled at the sight before them.

Though, Prometheus was a little more awed, considering he spent majority of his life in a cave or a deliberately ugly house to deter unwanted visitors. He gravitated towards the kitchen, remembering, vaguely, that he used to enjoy cooking and plying Hades with countless meals (some of them wild experiments that were really inedible, but what Hades ate anyways), inspecting it and finding it to be up to modern Amaurot standards. No cookfires here.

"You've... really gone all out, huh?" Prometheus said as he ambled back, feeling kind of guilty now for kicking up such a big stink before about moving into a house, "I'm guessing you've designed a room for a dragonnet too? Unless you really were banking on a literal baby hatching out of that egg..."