To the mention of not enjoying being dead, Megaera only shook her head. Another thing she couldn't understand. She'd died herself, and plenty ever since Zagreus had gotten better and better, and yes she came back but leaving the Underworld was still not something she did unless she had to. And even then she disliked it. "You cannot change anything about being dead." She gave with a scoff before motioning around her, knowing it disproved her point. "This realm does not count. Generally, dead is dead. Nor is the realm that bad. Mortals just do not like being told no."
As she'd ordered out, the settled her hands around the boxes. Technically she could go. But Zagreus would probably tell her it was rude, and while she generally did not care, Miller didn't seem that bad. And she had precious little else to do. Talking wasn't the worst. "It's neither. It is what I am." If he was asking, he did not know. And she knew mortals couldn't always grasp such matters. Fickle things, but it was a strength too. "I could not do anything else. Which makes me drift, now." She explained with a shrug. "It's very annoying. Thankfully I am used to long periods in between being send to do my purpose. I take it as an opportunity to find what makes this place such a wonder for you mortals. What makes you strive to return, or stay." She motioned to the pizza boxes. "Food is a start. It's mostly for Zagreus."