It was a silly question, and Thanatos realized this rather quickly, given his twin's reply. The god of sleep really did need to know a thing or two about mattresses. It made sense. But there were so many. Didn't Hypnos have a room made of memory foam? Was he going to build a mattress tower, and sleep at the very top, like that princess in that one god-awful story? But still, Thanatos was good at asking silly questions. It really should not have come as a shock.
"I suppose you're right," he conceded as he wiggled. It was said simply to fill the silence, which was dangerously close to falling in the category of smalltalk, which was not okay, but Thanatos was having a great deal of trouble getting comfortable, and that was just unfortunate enough to distract him from what, in his opinion, was a deplorable social discourtesy.
Looking at Joe, Than was surprised to see the man scowling at him. He jerked back ever so slightly, surprised as he was by the sight. Why was this salesperson looking so hostile? Manufacturers made mistakes all the time! This was what happened when everything ever was built by machines instead of skilled, trained artisans! Mortals were idiots. Than almost glared, but his brother stepped in instead.
And, despite how Thanatos had to scramble to clear Joe's path of descent onto the bed, he smiled. Hypnos always had his back, especially when venomous looks were involved. Growing up, there were far too many gods and goddesses running around for there not to be venomous looks thrown every which way.
"He earned this particular lesson," Than said, nodding in agreement. "You were only trying to help his business. It isn't your fault the product is substandard and he clearly got his mattress salesman license off the internet." Thanatos squinted thoughtfully for a moment. "I think you did tell me." How else would he have already known?
Than's gaze had just started to wander around the rest of the store when Hyp called for his attention abruptly. "Huh? What? I came because I saw you. Why are you here? I couldn't find the pretzels." By then, he had forgotten his original purpose, even though the bag containing his new iPod was still hooked around his wrist.