Grantaire doesn't have inhibitions with sharing any information, be it personal or a "quirky fact" he only drunkenly half-remembers from a text book or TV commercial. "Also screwy childhood, but let's not have a competition; not particularly good at anything; from Paris, but believe me, it's not even half as romantic as you might think it is..." He trails off, thinking. How does one talk about themselves, again? He can ramble about pretty much anything else. "Actually, on that topic, did you know-- there are actually special therapists for tourists in Paris to help them cope with the realization when they arrive that Paris is just like every other crappy big city on the planet? We just have a big metal tower in ours." He laughs - apparently, this fact is extremely amusing to him.

"...Er, but, that's beside the point... if there's a piano around here, I can't say I would appreciate proof of this talent of yours." Why not? Grantaire's used to wandering around a huge city and finding its secrets - being cooped up in a camp is starting to make him go a little stir-crazy. Any new amusement is worth his time.