Gracis looks up at the woman, still eating what counted as breakfast quietly. He had smelled meat in hers - he couldn't remember the last time he had had genuine meat.<br/><br/>He smiles softly at the woman, setting the bowl aside. "Yes Calliope, it seems for now I have. She wanted...something, but I'm not sure what. Did...did you need anything?" The notion of small-talk from one of the Amazons is unfamiliar.