Michael gives a hum of acknowledgement. Zagreus may not know the details of his family's dynamics, but he's still got the sum total of it.

He glances down at the deck and abandoned one-player game of cards he'd been in the midst of a few moments ago, then at the nearby blocks he'd had his hands on earlier. There are more games on the other end of the table, wooden boards and stone tokens stacked out of the way of the sleeping guests, but Michael hasn't engaged with any of those tonight. He can only tolerate so much so-called fun in a night.

"The cards or the blocks? The cards were for Solitaire, or the nearest equivalent I can manage with the local deck. The blocks are for a game they call Drunken Tower here, though it would more likely have been called Jenga where I'm from." Michael looks back to Zagreus. "I'm guessing you had few games in the Underworld."

That's just based on his time in Heaven, though, and angels are notoriously focused on work.