[He gives her a smile, half amused and half surprised.] You don't have to be sorry. Laughing is good. Way better than something else.

[Passing over the leafy things, because even if they aren't alive he doesn't really trust the look of them, he reaches for something else to put on his plate.] Not here, exactly. Somewhere similar with the same idea, different god. It sounds crazy, doesn't it? Why would I be brought to another sex island?