Erin snorts, side-eyeing Robin hard, "Is nudity a theme," she asks, "And is it likely to happen to us?" There's lots of sci fi tropes to work with there. The womens' uniforms in Star Trek: the Original Series is only the beginning. 

"Ish? Things that fascinate people. And in a fascinated in... sexual things."

Now Erin is wondering about Lizard Person reproduction. What a brave new world she lives in. 

She wants to tell Robin to calm down, honestly. The guy is cleary some flavour of gay, but he's also probably too old for them. Robin's already 18, but they're still in high school for another three months, whereas this group sure seems to be in their twenties, at least - it's hard to say if being other species, or magic, might have affected their aging. 

Recalling what they were talking about earlier, she brings up the topic again, "The other alien you saw? Do you remember anything about the building? Any unique features, or signs, or something?"

"Oh, right, sorry. Sometimes is hard to keep track of things."

He gives a description of the building. It's recognizable.

"He also forgot tell you that he is our mysterious royal, though in his case is more like the chosen one or something."

"That's because he doesn't like that part of his backstory. Not even his self that I remember like it that much."

"Hey, isn't that Caine's dojo?" Jamie asks of Henry's description. 

"You think it's Master Soren?" Robin wonders. He leans over the back of the couch, shouting towards the hall, "Hey, Caine, Soren's an alien!" 

Caine turns his head towards the door of the study, briefly, snorts, and then turns back to watching Felix work. 

Erin's lips gain a wry twist at Robin's actions, "Well," she says, "If he is royalty, I expect he'll have a lot to learn," she says. 

"I am Henry Oswald. The magic has decided to put me in the cliché role of the prophesied hero. The only thing I have to learn is rebuild the foundations of scientific knowledge, so I can manipulate this mess of physical laws into something more sensible."

"Henry, my dearest half-cousin, I love you, but you be cray."

"Personally, if it is royalty for us, I hope it's Erin," Jamie says, "The rest of us would hate it a lot more than she would." Especially if they couldn't just ignore it. 

Robin dangles half over the back of the couch, squinting into the hallway, "What's taking them so long in there, anyway," he wonders. 

"Felix's magic is rather slow-working."

"Anyway, who is Master Soren?"

Erin tugs on his shirt, "Get down from there before you fall off," she suggests. He rolls down into her lap petulantly, and she pats him on the head. 

"Master Soren owns a dojo about ten minute's walk from here," she explains, "Caine's been going since he was four."

"He's kind of a badass," Jamie agrees fondly. He pauses, "Soren too," he adds. 

Fenris notes the physical closeness. "You might actually like my kind of magic. Or at least the wolf totem."

"They are adorable, indeed. Anyway, I bet Sorean is the NPC we should talk to."

Jamie, perched on the arm of the couch like a bird, grins at Gabe, "We are the most adorable," he agrees. 

Robin looks up at Jamie, "Food?" He asks. 

Jamie snorts, "Fine," he says. He slides down from the couch and looks around the room, "Dietary restrictions?" He asks, "I was gonna make hamburger helper, but I can switch it up if someone's vegetarian or something."

Leaving that up to the guests, she follows up on Fenris' comment, "What does the wolf totem do?" She asks. 

Fenris sometimes is vegetarian, but not today. No food restrictions. 

 "It gives or boosts magic that affects your group. Or your pack. I can tell where my friends are for example and aim spells at them more easily."