Hades really had been fantasising about this for a long while, Prometheus thought dazedly as he took in the room. It was a perfect blend of nursery and playroom, for a very mobile dragon baby who clearly liked climbing anything vertical that stayed still long enough. His gaze lingered on the books and creation matrices, and Prometheus sincerely hoped that Aza was either capable of Creation magic, or Hades wouldn't take it hard if Aza proved to be incapable of it. Honestly, Prometheus wasn't sure which scenario he preferred...

"It's... perfect," he said dumbly, "I'm kinda jealous, actually. Hades, you're making me jealous of our baby."

"I'm sure if you want your own nursery to play baby in, Hades would indulge you," Hythlodaeus added slyly, laughing when Prometheus elbowed him in the ribs, "It's true!"

Aza, clearly bored with the adults' conversation, and enraptured by the dazzling room, wriggled in Hades's arm, clearly wanting to go and explore.