"At least there's something to like, right?" Deadpanning back to the teasing is easier nowadays, so she doesn't think about it too hard. As the armadillo determines that neither of the women are about to reach out again, it goes back to disregarding them, occasionally bumping against their legs or its ruff brushing them. The clatter of the plate against its claws is almost soothing in its rhythm.

Light follows along, pulling a face in commiseration and then deciding not to interrupt to ask which Lan she means. It's hard to know, with several Lans around nowadays, but leading the only team without one, she figures it's fine that she can't quite tell the difference. "Wonder how long it'll be after we leave before they move back into the stations."