[Calliope finds a picture of her and her brother, Caliborn, together in the green countryside of Demeleier; he's larger and more muscular than her, grinning in a way that can only be described as "rude," and has an arm around Calliope's neck. It would almost be a friendly familial headlock, if not for the fact that she was obviously trying to claw her way out of it.]
[She makes a face.]
I should have bloody known that the faeries had cameras, too. [She also pockets the photo when she thinks no one is looking.]
[Otherwise, she participates happily, especially keen to listen and encourage others to talk about their families—Calliope cheerfully approaches anyone who seems to be hesitant with a card or two from the basket.]