Diddidu
Diddidu was jolted from his reverie by a rumble from the direction of his stomach. It was quite a chore to dissect Sekhet's words, but he was enjoying it. Exersizing his brain, no?
Nonetheless, he was getting hungry. He craned his head around, searching the surrounding area for something edible. He dismissed the idea in half a second. Indeed, the sight of the filthy streets and trash that had been dislodged by the Rattegan had killed his appetite. He'd lost his train of thought as well, and braced himself for what could possibly morph into an awkward silence, as he could think of no reply. He'd said what he could on the matter, and had nothing else to contribute to the conversation.