When Paio's eye went wide, Will leaned a fraction closer. He was ready to hold out his hand if Paio didn't like it and wanted to spit it out. Seeing that he didn't try to spit it out, Will smiled, lifting his brows curiously.

"Do you like it? There's plenty if you'd like more," he offered, gesturing to various bunches of grapes. There were black grapes and green grapes to choose from. And, of course, the bread if Paio wanted to try that, too.

"It's called a grape," he added. He still wasn't sure if Paio understood his language, but there wasn't any harm in trying. Even if he didn't know what Will said, Will was careful to keep a warm and friendly tone with him.