[ She may be right about that, though if he was better versed in Greek traditions, he might be more curious about figures from its past. At least he knows who the big named gods are if she ever decides to suddenly start calling on their names!

For the time being, he seems content to talk about food, a topic of conversation that he used to engage in a lot more when his perpetually hungry twin brother was conscious, and not just a rock he currently keeps in his pocket at all times. ]

Soaked in a nice tangy marinade overnight, and grilled up after they got all that locked in 'em. Just like my--

[ He cuts himself off, brows furrowing as if he's having trouble remembering something. ]

Just like someone from back home used to make.