Lan smiles warmly at him. "Yeah, they're not fussy, but what you picked is actually something the two of them will enjoy."

Grin. Then impish smirk. "Is your sense of direction that bad?"

Lan laughs sheepishly, and doesn't seem all that offended. "Depends on where I am, really. This side of town I just...can't get my head around it."

"Fair enough. I know nearly every corner of this town. It would probably take some doing for me to get lost."

"Well then, we're delighted to have you."

"I'd've got him there and back," Nero says as he bounces down the stairs. "Probably. He's stubborn sometimes."

"Well, now that I am with you his stubbornness can be easily solved by me picking him up."

"-I might have to be stubborn just to see that happen," Lan winks at Percy, pushing the door open.

"Oh, god, you two are gonna be as bad as Teo and Alain aren't you?"

"Maybe we are going to be worse," Percy says in a mock-warning tone. "You might get into a competition with them."

"We're all doomed!" Nero says, in a truly horrendous Scottish accent, skipping a little ahead of Percy and Lan.

Lan throws an arm around Percy's shoulders. "Doomed or not, I'm not going to stop being myself! I do declare it open season on flirting!"

Percy puts an arm around Lan's waste and gives him a playful tug to bring them even closer. "May the best challenger win."

"I can see why Lan and 'Chelle like you!" Nero tells Percy.

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.