Thaumas followed Poseidon's direction only to turn back again when he didn't find what he was looking for there. Fortunately, this was just a house and not as expansive as the palace the Olympian used to live in or it would have taken him hours to make his way back down again.
Hair still slightly damp, he joined the other Greek in the kitchen, placing the bottle of Californian red wine and the box of Swiss chocolate he'd brought as gifts on the counter and watched the other man share a moment with his fridge.
"How about I buy you dinner?" Thaumas eventually asked. "I know a place that serves delicious meat."