[His cheeks flush a golden color and he looks back towards his food, allowing his bangs to hide his eyes. This is mortifying in every sense of the word.]

That's... very like my brother...

[There's a complicated emotion that settles in the pit of him about what he would have asked for and if family would have come to mind in regarding what he misses. He thinks it would be work. It's what he misses presently. But he pushes that down, for now.]

I suppose if you can recognize me from it... it probably is a decent likeness. [Hopefully Hypnos isn't running around and showing it off to everyone. He keeps it in his room where few could lay eyes on it... Oh, that might mean.]

Would that make you... the Rosie or Seteth that my brother spoke of?