Honestly, Bugtopia hadn't been so far off from what Neverland was like. A mysterious ring of Hell isolated in an equally mysterious section of the known universe; while trapped on the island he'd gone on many insomnia-laden walks down marshy paths laden with impenetrable poisonous plants, toxic snakes and spiders, killer ants the size of bricks, and large predatory...beasts. No more than him, however, on some days.
Parts of it were picturesque too. If you went far enough to the edge, the sea chewed at the beige sands of a beach that ribboned as far as you could see in either direction, and he did love a good beach. But where the hotel just was, none of that was nice. That seemed to be the point - but he was a survivor and he got through it; ever since the Dark One's curse had been lifted he retained none of the magic which formerly crackled through his veins, but he didn't really need it. He only missed it a little.
Heading into the kitchen for something to snack on, he found Sabrina doing - whatever she was doing. It looked complicated. "Need some help, love?" he asked, eyes of the forget-me-not sweeping over the expanse of the place. He cooked sometimes so if he didn't know what was what - even with the modern contraptions - he could figure it out. Probably.