Matias's exacerbated look diminished with the two women's reactions. His head craned back, and his finger returned to its rightful place on Matias's side.

"Well. I'm glad you understood."

With a soft sigh, Matias returned to his seat, eyeing the eggs over like prey. He didn't even finish sitting down before he pierced a piece and shoved it in his mouth.

"That's nice, dog man. Maybe they can replace that stupid bug as our moles. I'm sure they're nicer."

The stupid bug, meanwhile, tilted their head, as if Iris was stupid.

"I WEAR ARMOR," Oleander signed, "L-E-P-I-D-A-T-E-S DON'T HAVE EXOSKELETONS. EVEN IF WE DID, I WOULD STILL WEAR CLOTHING. I FIND THAT QUESTION RATHER SILLY. HA HA."

It tilted their head to the other side.

"IS YOUR HAIR MADE OF WEEDS, SAGE?"