With a smile, Antigone nodded agreeably, knowing her name would be considered odd in this day and age. Although it was not all that long ago that parents stopped giving their sons names such as Tiberius, if her reckoning was at all accurate. Even so, once that was taken into account she still had to acknowledge that she looked approximately thirty. Which was too young by anybody’s standards to remember such an era. “My mother was fond of the ancient Greek names. Her name was Echo.” She paused, brow furrowing momentarily. “Actually, both sides of my family were given Greek names. As were my brothers.” Oh, but it would be unfortunate if Amelia thought her familiar if she had met her Fallen brothers. She did not think that was the case, however. The feeling of each knowing the other would be a repetition that Amelia would remember. Unless that kind of recognition also faded with everything else. No, I cannot think about that right now. “All of our names tend to stand out to a degree, I suppose.” Perhaps it was the closest thing they had to possessing a family name. “But it is something like that.” She wasn’t lying, she simply wasn’t filling in gaps that Amelia did not necessarily realise were there. Which would be just as bad as lying, in her own opinion, if it were not for the fact that she did intend to tell the truth at some point. She just wasn’t sure how one did that. Given the circumstances. Not everyone seemed pleased the angels had returned.
“If it helps at all, I have yet to find a food I do not like,” Antigone supplied, dropping the empty plastic cup into what she suddenly hoped was meant for rubbish as she passed. It certainly smelled like it was. “Though I do think it was easier to find a satisfactory meal when the food itself did not seem to be so complicated.” When bread was bread and not necessarily bread with dried tomatoes or olives in, which not everybody liked. Truly, she would be fine with just bread and water. She did not understand why so much food was so... fancy. “I am sure it is a very nice place.” Although she supposed someone who had been in her place on the paving would say that, as eating indoors tended to surpass eating on the sidewalk. But she had said it in earnest. “Um, thank you, by the way. I should have said that already.” Antigone’s cheeks turned a little pink. She had not meant to forget. Her mind was elsewhere, but she had never been one to make excuses.