Dionysus has retreated to his room, so should Laertes come knocking he will find Dionysus sitting at a small table off to the side. The room is well on its way to being what someone might describe as 'maximalist' style, though Dionysus hasn't yet been at the mansion long enough to have accumulated quite enough things for that. Cushions, fabrics hanging from the walls, a growing collection of plays he 'borrowed' from the library, some candles, and a few other odds and ends all over the place.

There's a few bowls sitting on the table, each overflowing with grapes. Some are significantly tastier looking than others. There's also a few bottles of wine. Dionysus himself looks a little like he has just come back from a lengthy hike or some other medium-strenuous activity. He's not exactly dripping with sweat or anything, but he's a little dewey.