For a while, he seemed content to just play at being invisible, and wait. He's done this plenty of times before; far too many times has he been in the middle of something at a homestead, when  a guest came along, or somebody came home ahead or behind schedule, and he just had to stick to one out of the way spot, and just wait for everybody to leave or be slumbering so that he could continue his work without being noticed.<br/><br/>Because of the amazing amount of quietness in here, he perked up a bit when he heard the grape hit the floor. He turned, ever so slightly, and watched it as it moved along. Apparently seeing no problem with this, he gingerly snatches it up, and... hey, where did it go? It's gone. Just like that, some minor cantrip.<br/><br/>He watched as the next grape dropped, and at this, his eyes narrowed a bit and focused in on Callisto. Once was an accident. Twice was... maybe an accident. Or, oh! haha. He sees what she's up to! She's trying to get him to lose at this game.<br/><br/>He slinks along the ground, quiet in a clearly unnatural way; this, too, being a cantrip. Brownie's had many such sneaky-magic, they'd practically perfected it, because of their racial shyness and sensitivity. So really, anybody that knows anything about the Fae should not  be surprised.<br/><br/>He scoops up this second grape, rolls it around in his hand for a few moments, before apparently crushing it with his other hand. However, when his hands open up, their's no mess, and no grape. And he's grinning at her like a fox, as if he was silently saying 'look what I can do!'