Zeus' attempt at eating quickly and getting out of there fast failed because of two things: one, Heracles seemed intent on talking to him and two, Zeus' stomach was still small and weak. He had to eat slowly especially with something as rich as pasta so that he wouldn't puke later. That sort of thing was severely frowned upon by the counselors. They never believed that the residents weren't taking something on the side despite their weekly and random drug tests.
"I am jim dandy," Zeus finally replied sitting back in his seat to give his stomach a few moments to rest. "Never been better. I'm itching to get out of here, get back into the real world again." That was a complete lie. Zeus didn't really care about this modern society and all the frets and worries that people had about it. It was a constantly changing structure and each one would like to think it was unique but they were all the same in the end. Though none would ever be more fun than his Greece.
"How about you?" he asked reluctantly. Be nice, be nice and maybe you can get out of here sooner, he told himself.