Rio may not have been interest in the frivolity that was happening around them, but as always Persephone loses herself into it. If she's being happy and playing and joyful then she doesn't need to think about what she's missing back home, or deal with the guilt that comes with what her presence missing from above and down below might cause for the mortals on Earth. The food doesn't interest her all that much, not really because the goddess knows the dangers of eating food from a place where you've ended up. The wine was tried once but the vintage is weak and listless compared to the one that she carries.

It's so weak and listless and bland compared to her own wine, that Persephone can't help the way that her face twists into a nearly full-bodied grimace at it complete with an exaggerated cat face. Without missing a beat, Persephone shoves her hand in the bodice of her black dress, the lace and velvet dotted with diamonds before she pulls out a silver flask. Unscrewing it, she takes a big sip before offering it to the man next to her.