[ That might be a slight issue, because Orpheus is not... what anyone would call the most observant person in the world. He can be insightful! But paying attention is not his strong suit. Aware of this, he frowns a little, nodding seriously. He guesses all he can do is his best!

Casting about for anything that looks out of place, he paces up and down the rows of tables. ]

All the furniture in this place is strange. [ he says. ] I can't figure out what these tables are made out of? The legs look like painted metal, but what about the seats, and the tops? They're not wood, or ceramic, or stone, or anything like that.

[ He presses his hand to the surface of the table, frowning. This probably isn't important? But it is bothering him. ]