Gyre watches this conversation ping pong back and forth, feeling utterly content for the first time in awhile. He pops the second bit of fish into his mouth, scanning the room idly, looking down at his own soup when Luka notes how fast it came out. Maybe there was already stew in there, he thinks, but then Ten says he's not sure how it works.

He pauses a moment with that realization, deciding that it makes him curious enough to actually try this stuff. He was really thinking about passing on it and trying to find more fish somewhere else. He plucks the bowl up, leaning close to it and taking a deep breath in, the scent of the food washing over him.

"It smells good," he notes, his tone making it clear that he didn't expect it to smell anything close to good. He blows on the soup gently, glancing up at Ten and uh watching him watching his bowl?

"What are you looking at?"