The woman listens attentively, if only because it was something the other found important. It's not a tale that's familiar to her, but that's really of no surprise to her. She remembers some of the stories of the Torrah from before her parents died and most everyone seemed to know the basics of Greek and Roman mythology, but beyond that not so much.

But the way Moana says it Tina can't help but note it's less a story to her-- As if it was still on-going and perhaps it was. Her brows knitted together in thought but just as quickly as the story stopped Moana was calling out the food was done. The older woman waved a hand in the air giving a slightly cough before speaking.

"Anything more I can do?" Even if she was more of a listener than a talker on a good day she would at least always contribute.