[Gratitude from half-elves is a rare thing, but Grace takes it in stride.] You're welcome. I can't always do this, mind. We don't always have leftovers, especially when it's dessert.

She always says that.

[Sigh.] Yes, Chosen, because it's true. It can't be very good pie, if you have the time to talk.

[Zelos doesn't reply, except to give her a happy thumbs-up.

This is usually the part where Grace would leave him to it, but she can't deny being curious about the Chosen's new companion. Yuan, Zelos said the name was. She leans against the opposite side of the table and watches them both.]

We don't get a lot of half-elves in here.