Brucie fiddled with the new water cannon he had been gifted, prodding and poking it with his index-claw, ooh-ing and aah-ing at every other moment. Lily had a hard time not picturing him, as some sort of child adoring its Christmas present. He had little in the way of facial expressions, but his humming and poking was enough to clue her in on the fact, that he very much enjoyed his new toy. Not that she could blame him, she had found that her guilty pleasure was clothes, once she had gotten money for the first time. Picking out clothes from one day to the other was a luxury she'd never had before she enlisted into the Academy. 

"This thing is pretty neat, innit?" He asked her, looking up for the first time in a while. She'd had to almost guide him to avoid him walking straight into walls. 

"It is," she replied automatically. "Do you remember his instructions on how it works?" 

Brucie nodded sharply. "Clench my fist to fire a normal jet. Press my hand on top, then fire, to make a water bomb." 

Lily glanced back at him, eyebrow arced. He had actually remembered. "Good," she said and face forward again. She could see the entrance to the dining hall ahead of them. "Make sure you remember." 

Brucie did a mock salute and chuckled, but otherwise did not comment further, as they were at the entrance to the dining hall. Lily pushed it open and walked inside, immediately noting the stark difference in decour. Where the rest of the castle seemed extravagant in its design, the dining hall was spartan by comparison. A single, bell-shaped table dominated the room, but it offered little else bit that and the chairs in terms of furniture and decoration. That being said, the table seemed of incredible quality. She was by no means a connoisseur on matters such as those, but even she could recognise when something was well made. 

She dipped her chin towards Carreau, the minimal sign of respect required and the most she was willing the offer, acknowleding his presence and silently thanking him for allowing her to dine with them. She was thankful for not having to utter the words, as she was sure they would have made her gag. 

One comment in particular, however, struck a chord within her, and she had to dig her nails into the chair was she currently pulling out for herself, to avoid laughing or making a comment. Humility was a term he must come to better terms with, was it? She forced herself to relax and sat down, uttering a quiet "thank you," as the slime girl—Verrine, was it?—poured some stew for both her and Brucie. For once she agreed with Carreau. He certainly needed to get better acquainted with humility, for as it was he was one of the most pompous and arrogant people she had ever had the displeasure to meet. Alas, their goals were similar enough that they worked together, so insofar as he did not become overbearing and started to truly embody the sin of pride, she could keep her opinions in check. 

Brucie was quick to start eating and Lily was not far behind, though she managed to keep her appetite in check until he had eaten some first. When he didn't immediately get sick she felt it safe to take the first bite as well, and it was better than she had expected. A far cry from Tsukiko's cooking, but still good. She ate in contemplative silence, one ear turned towards Carreau at all times. Partially a safety precaution to pick up the sound of any sudden movements. 

When she finally pushed her plate away, signifying she was done, she turned her attention fully towards Carreau. She crossed her arms and chewed on her lips, tails restless behind her. "You spoke of helping me win the tournament," she began, speaking slowly and clearly. "How do you intend to do that, exactly?" The question was perhaps an obvious one, but if she had learned anything in her years of being a soldier amongst angels, demons and monsters, it was that you had to know as much as possible, for there were things you could scarcely imagine waiting out there for you.