[Lenka straggles in after a little while, still rather bedraggled thanks to a combination of factors including, but not limited to: disaster disaster cabin, Losers’ Club disasters, octopus disasters, feline disasters and all kinds of meat-related disasters that must not be spoken of. But probably will be. He’s dragging his Arc behind him, because keeping it upright and walking steady at the same time is multitasking right now.

He plops himself down by Eddie and Gonta and nods tiredly at the spiel.]

Big Blue’s children. New ones. Gonta and Eddie weren’t the only ones who could understand them.

[He’ll let Usagi be the erudite one here, he’s just going to... grab a dish towel and clean some kitten spit off his God Arc for now.]