Miniver is also a bit unsure about things... largely because the Guildhall isn't exactly one of his usual haunts. Still, making the best of things, he does his best to ignore his vague discomfort with his surroundings and instead nudges some chips towards Michelle. "Go on. Dying into another universe must make you pretty hungry. I um... I can cook omelets if there's a kitchen here I'm allowed to use." He scoots behind Artan and puts his hands on his friend's shoulders. "I wouldn't really call this heaven... but it ain't bad, all things considered."