So, it was an even thingier thing than Caprica had realised. Her heart was sinking more and more; soon it would be in her stomach. Enough already, she thought, with the dredging up of all the family past. She supposed it was good for her, in the long run, to have a clue what the hell was going on around her, but it was so much easier to live in sweet oblivion. It was lucky such a state of mind came naturally to her without need for any kind of foreign substance abuse. Or was it? She still didn't know the reason - and she didn't want to. She wanted to show her gratitude to Jackson for filling her in in such a thorough manner, but she couldn't meet his eyes at that moment; she thought he must have seen her weakness, and feared that she came over as peculiar at the least. Not that she worried he would get at her for it, for she already trusted the easy-going youngster, but she would rather nobody caught on at all. She would have been relieved to know that he hadn't given it a moment's thought, but if she had thought harder herself, would have realised it would have taken a jump of conclusion to realise her amnesiac tendencies - that or mind-reading.
If her heart was in her stomach, it suddenly didn't seem like such a bad place to be. The pheasants must almost be roasted through by now. He had mentioned the loneliness again, and she smiled to think all that was over and done. Now, there were people to talk to, people to share things with. Yes, the meat did smell good - and he'd never tried it like this? "Never?! Well now, you are in for a treat!" she declared, carving out a piece and handing it towards him. "Just test this for me and see if its done good enough?" the girl requested, eyes dancing with anticipation.