Calliope looked back and there was something sweet in her next smile, not so much patient as partial. “And that is an easy life, yes? Depending on beauty.” Their voice was very neutral, they didn’t seem offended but rather curious. And in the end, they managed to have him wander somewhere else. Calliope laughed. “See? Beauty is not enough. As soon as you feel a little discomfort, even if you call me perfect, your want to look away. You come close first because of beauty, but you don’t stay. People don’t stay for beauty.” A little dramatic?

Calliope was filled with real enthusiasm while consuming the food and even munched happy compliments to it in what probably sounded like gibberish and was, realistically, basque mixed with some French dialect. When they were done, they asked “Alright, should we start? What part are we doing today?”