Gideon stares at Pyrrha as she laughs, and she feels good about herself. Really, really good about herself. She chalks it up to the ego-feeding confirmation that she's just really funny even when she's not trying to be.

She's leaning forward on her elbow by the time Pyrrha manages to get any words out.

"Look," she says. "Really not trying to be funny." Only half a lie. "But what's a fruit?"