With a bright, positively radiant smile, as he seems to be deriving quite a bit of happiness from this quiet interlude, he watched her expectantly. This was fun! Well, it could certainly be better. Their's no wind here, and no pretty flowers that smell nice. But, oh well; one makes do with what one is given!<br/><br/>As the grape comes sailing towards him, he gingerly reaches out and snatches it from the air. He closes his hand around it, and while one might expect the grape to be squeezed and leave behind a mess, he soon opens his hand to reveal that it, too, has gone away.<br/><br/>Their was no sleight of hand here, this was pure, if very simplistic, magic. The grape just went away, and if he could speak, he'd probably say it went to the great trash bin  in the sky; an answer that would no doubt raise even more questions. The Fae certainly do love their tricks, though; their's no denying that.<br/><br/>And as for that question... well, he'd like an answer to that one, too!