[Gilgamesh, reticent but not entirely lacking the qualities of a good host, nudges himself closer still to Achilles. There was no threat from this man, never had been, never would be. He would not press where it was not his place. He sought only to comfort, and Gilgamesh in turn could find solace in that. So he's allowed nearer than the others, as Gilgamesh skims through the book.]

Mm... let us see... given your heritage, something Greek would do.

[Gilgamesh finds a certain spot towards the end of the book—which he had already in entirety himself—depicting a mighty bearded figure wielding thunderbolts, one Achilles would surely recognize. He points to the title, written in Greek characters, with his finger, and reads:]

Zeus.

[And so Zeus was the very first phrase Achilles would learn. More text follows, but Gilgamesh turns to Achilles before trudging ahead.]

What kind of story would you like to hear? Zeus was quite the illustrious god; there are a great many tales about him.