That's not precisely what she wanted to hear. In light of everything else, she's been pushing aside the knowledge that William had previously had a family - memories for which she now realizes that they must always compare to.

Sitting upright, Grell pulls her hand back to rest beneath her chin. Shoulders rising with a breath, she smiles. ]

Well. It's a start.

[ Eyes falling to her menu, she intends to steer the conversation to something more reasonable, before she raises her voice and blows their cover less than a day in! ]

What do you think about sharing an omelette?