"That's stupid, why would anyone want to go to the Netherworld?" He signed back. He, for one, couldn't fathom any sort of appeal to that shithole of a place. Not only that, but these breathers didn't have a chance. Breathers couldn't enter the Netherworld; everyone knew that! Right? 

He wasn't terribly worried about it. What [i]did[/i] catch his attention was a tray of wrapped up snacks. He grinned and waved his hand, making the plate disappear and reappear in front of them, shrunken down. "Saving this for later," he signed, dumping the snacks into his jacket pocket. Next time they tried to starve his kid, he could whip these bad boy out.