((haha you are so evil)) "Only my grandfather, Ms. Lightpoint," she responds with a sweet smile, straightening her back and sitting up straighter as even a passive mention of the great Oslo Sheppenheimer makes her swell with pride. She's taken a wooden skewer that's been provided and is sliding alternating bits of bread, meat and cheese onto it in a pattern that probably makes sense to only her. Her eyebrows lift at the mention of Trelic and she stops what she's doing, blushing as she glances over at Trelic and then looks down at her lunch creation. "Oh, um... I don't... I don't think so. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's not fond of me at all..." She feels a slight pang of guilt in the pit of her stomach over force-feeding Trelic that concoction, but even at that moment as she thinks about it, she bears in mind that if she hadn't acted as she had, Trelic might not be with them at all. There was no way she would regret what she did... even if it meant that he hated her for it (which she really... really hoped that he wouldn't). She looks back to Ms. Lightpoint and the smile returns to her face. "But he's a very good man. I like him a lot."