Smile. "I like them, they are lovely people."

Lan laughs, gives Percy a companionable squeeze. "I know, we're fabulous!"

Percy does the bask thing. He can do that while walking.

Nero leads the way surely. He peppers Lan with a few questions - something to do with a school project on the aristocracy.

Lan doesn't seem inclined to pull away from Percy, even while he responds to Nero's questions.

Conveniently, Percy doesn't seem inclined to pull away from Lan. How nice.

It's definitely a positive, yes.

Fairly soon after: takeaway! Lan takes care of paying and then squints at the box.

"Squirt, think you can carry this?"

"Ever the optimist, Lan."

"A boy needs to have hope, even against all evidence."

Lan drops a bag of prawn cracks on Nero. "There, this way you can feel like you're helping."

He picks the box up with a theatrical groan (it's not actually taking him that much effort). "Alright troops, quick march back to the others!"

Percy starts exaggeratedly goose stepping with his box held up high over his head.

Nero bursts out laughing, and imitates Percy.

"-Jeez, what am I going to do with you two?"

"Admire our sense of dignity and style."

Lan gives them a skeptical look. "Bemoan it more likely," he teases.

"Yes, bemoan that you don't have a sense of dignity like ours."

"No, my sense of dignity actually exists."

Nero sticks his tongue out at Lan. "Meanie."

Giggle. "Too bad that your existing sense of dignity is stuck with us."

"However will I cope," Lan teases. "You'll have to make it up to me."

"I wonder how?"

"I'm sure you can think of something," Lan grins.

"Gosh, you just gave me a lot to think about."

"You two are as bad as Al and Teo," Nero complains, not sounding all that serious.

Giggle. "I am going to take that as a reason to become competitive. I warn you."