The square one? Ignacio studied his plate before knowing what she meant, "the cantaloupe?" He asked with a tilt of his head. The mango on his plate didn't really classify as "pale yellow". Ignacio loved both kinds of fruit along with others that was on his plate like watermelon, grapes, kiwi and plantain.

"Tárta? Is that strawberry in another language?" He asked with a smile on his face. He resisted the urge to poke her and instead popped a couple of grapes into his mouth.

Ignacio laughed, "no, Kalos, oatmeal is good! Especially with honey! You have to try it."

"Canterloupf. That is a hard one to say." She would just have to not like any canterlopf then she would not have to ask for it. The fruit seemed unnatural anyway. Square. "Who grows square fruits? It's not right."

He asked about tárta. "No, chico. The strawsberry is fráoula. Tárta is the way that makes your mouth go ohw." Kalos demonstrated what kind of face that something tart made her feel, with a little more exaggeration, perhaps. Just to get her point across.

And she most certainly did not have to eat slave's food.

"No. Thank you." Kalos went back to what was on her plate. She picked at the eggs. They were just weird. But the meat had all kinds of seasonings in it.

Ignacio laughed bit, "no, no. The fruit isn't square! It is just the way that it is cut," he explained with a shrug of his shoulders and a charming smile. He pulled out his phone and searched for pictures of cantaloupe. Once he found a good of the melon, he showed Kalos. "See? It's naturally round, but people cut it in squares so that it's easier to eat." Ignacio felt good educating the little squirt about different foods.

"Ahhh. So tárta means tart. Gotcha." Ignacio chuckled and ate a couple of squares of cantaloupe.

"What other things do you know?"

He held out one of the hand-tablets to her with the picture of a round and mottled fruit cut open to show the same color of the square fruit. Kalos nosed as close to the screen as he would let her.

"Oh. Yes. Cut. That make more sense. No one could grow a square fruit."

She tapped his hand-tablet with a finger, but since her fingers were calcified, hard, and cold the haptic screen didn't register.

So. What things did she know?

"I know that pretty boys are liars." She looked up at this Iggy she had found. "You're okay chico, though."

"Actually, fun fact, I think it is Japan that has genetically engineered watermelon that are squared for easy shipping." The teenager stated with a break smile. He watched as Kalos tried to use his phone. God, she was adorable! He wanted ten!

Pretty boys are liars? He couldn't deny that. Though, he was happy that Kalos knew that he wasn't a lair. "Aw, thank you, Kalos." Ignacio chuckled and ate another piece of fruit. "Do you still not want to try it? It's really, really good, Kalos. You'll be missing ouuut." He mused with a playful grin. He let her hold his phone -- maybe they'll take a couple of selfies after lunch.

He was making up words. Or maybe "genetically engineered" was more of the same language as "chico." Either way Kalos had to just skip past the parts she didn't know and try to talk about the things she did know.

"So Japan cuts his watermelons into squares to put on ships." Her tone was rightfully disdainful. "Why? Wouldn't they spoil before they got to their destination? The ocean is very big."

Despite his prettiness, Iggy had enough heart to help a nervous coral girl get breakfast. He even got her food first which had made her feel... special. That gave him quite a bit of leeway in the looks department, as far as Kalos was concerned. She could not hold his prettiness against him so long as he was kind as well.

He wheedled at her to try his square fruit, and eventually Kalos had to give in. She could hardly stand this much attention from a demigod.

"Thank you for this canterlopfe." She was careful to acquiesce in case he had an ego like those of other demigods she had met.

She took a nibble— just a small bite. It was sweet and juicy, but without any of the tanginess of the strawberry. She took another bite to be sure. Yes. Still sweet.

"I don't know if I like this." She took another bite, just to be sure.

"Not exactly and they don't cut the watermelons, they grow them that way." He took his phone from Kalos and typed his manicured fingers over it. Once a picture was pulled up, he showed Kalos. "See?"

Ignacio watched Kalos pick up the piece of fruit. He chuckled at the way she pronounced cantaloupe. She must've been new to the Mansion, either that or she was from a different "world". That would be cool if it was the latter.

"Oh, that's okay. Not everyone enjoys everything," Iggy ate his grapes, then worked on his mango slices, "after breakfast, do you want to go outside?" He asked with a smile.

What? She stood on her chair and put her hands on the table in order to get a better look at this hand-tablet.

"What?"

There was a picture and everything. She grabbed his hands and brought everything closer to see better.

WHAT!?

"THEY CAN GROW--!?" Kalos looked around, embarrassed out of her excited shouting. She swapped to a whisper. _{"What is this craft? Is it a mutant that makes them any shape ever?"} She let him go so he could keep his hand-tablet. His technology did not work for her and she had yet to figure all that out anyway.

He asked about outside, but Kalos was far more interested in getting answers about this square melon. SQUARE MELON! "Why are not more people excited about square melons?"

Iggy giggled as he watched Kalos get overly excited at the fact that square melons existed.

"It is genetics! They even have cone shaped melons, Kalos." Ignacio smiled widely at the cute coral chica in front of him. She had so much to discover!

A whole new worrrrrld!

While Kalos was gawking at the melons, Ignacio decided to eat his oatmeal before it got too cold. Perhaps he should've added a teaspoon of honey to it.

"First is "geneticelly engeeneered" now is "genetics"?" Kalos raised a single coral encrusted eyebrow at this Iggy. This handsome man might actually be a liar after all!

"Look at this missmatch I find in Iggy's own made up words." The coral girl folded her legs beneath her with care not to snag the upholstery on the outcroppings of coral growth on her legs. She managed to look as regal as her crown portrayed her.

"What have you to say, chico Iggy? Are you tricking me?"

"What? No, Kalos, there are different names for different things!" He wasn't lying to her. She had proof right in front of her cute coral face!

He took his phone from Kalos and scrolled through a couple of pictures before showing her a short video about how they grow square shaped watermelon. "See? This is real life! No lies here."

Hmmm. Kalos scratched her chin thoughtfully as a person spoke from his hand-tablet. She watched closely without touching either Iggy's hand or the screen again. She'd already determined it was not for her.

The little person said the same words as chico Iggy and many more that she did not know. They said that there were little things inside of them that had decided who they were which was something that made Kalos' eyebrows dip low over the flood of her solid blue eyes.

"I do not like these genes." So bossy. "Why do I have to listen? I think I will disbelieve and then I decide what I want to be."

Did she know what she wanted to be...? Kalos glanced around at the still full dining room. Did she want to be like these demigods? Eating breakfast every day was not a bad thing. But the sitting and all looking in the same direction and all breathing in the same direction...

"Iggy, do classrooms ever run out of air?"

Iggy raised his eyebrows at Kalos. She was a little ball of coral sassy!

"That's not the way things work, Kalos. You can't believe something just because you don't like the facts." Ignacio smirked and tapped her cute button nose.

Well, that was a change in direction. He blinked a few times before answering,

"No, as long as there's a small sliver of space." Iggy didn't know that much about science and the like, but he hoped that Kalos understood.

"Why can I not believe what I want? I believed someday to live away from Atlantis. Here I am. On land, chico Iggy. I believed and it made me be a Kalos that could make this thing so." She wanted to stomp her foot, but they were both sitting. It was tempting to stand just to make it clear how much she felt about this, but Kalos did not want to draw that much attention to herself. Instead she shrank down in her seat, miserable that there was yet another thing that would decide who and what she would be.

"Why do genies or djinetiecs get to tell us what to be?" She lamented. It wasn't fair!

Ignacio just watched her throw a mini temper tantrum with wide eyes, raised eyebrows, and slightly opened mouth. "...I..." He didn't know how to respond to this. Was she some sort of Atlantean? He shook his head and turned back to his food. He didn't want his eggs or oatmeal to get cold.

"Kalos, genes...I don't know, okay? I'm not...a scientist." He answered with a shrug of his shoulders.