Honestly, in the house she grew up in, Glory was barely aware that is was possible to eat from the carton, so she did sincerely appreciate the bowls. She was a little puzzled when they spooned their ice cream into their bowls and then left the kitchen however. Eating in rooms other than the kitchen was more or less forbidden at her house, so just carrying the food up the stairs was something of a novelty for Glory.
Glory smiled as she entered Gio's room. She hadn't really spent a lot of time picturing what it might look like, but if she had, this was about what she would have thought it to be. She drifted in, her eyes sweeping slowly over the desks, the bed (her lips turned up at the comforter), the posters, and eventually rested on the tank. She, of course, did not have the same attachment to the fish that Gio did, but her curious eyes appreciated them anyway and watched them very, very carefully, tracking their movements to see how they worked, how they fit together.
It was intriguing, too, the way he talked to them. Like they were people, almost. She drifted over to the tank, peering in but still letting him have his space as she watched the darting movements of a shimmering guppy. "They don't like to be named?" Glory asked. "How do you know?" Glory was always under the impression that lots of people named their fish.