Daia listens intently, curiously. And the part about home makes him frown a little bit. It must be nice to have some place to call home - to not have to run, or to have someone to come back to. He envies Peresephone a little for that. You'd think more than a century of being alone would mean he'd be over it by now, that he would learn it would never happen.

"Uhm… Would you mind maybe... teaching me? How to bake?"

Yet, some part of him would like to be able to cook for someone. Immortality is a long time.