Sure. He'll even twirl in place to show off the swoosh.

"How do you manage to look more inappropriate while wearing more clothes?"

"It's probably the belts drawing all of the attention."

"The skintight trousers, too, you can see every vein."

He looks down. "—not every vein."

"So you found your match made in Valhalla with these robes, huh?"

"They're surprisingly comfortable, too!" he says, sitting back down at the table. "The fabric is really good."

"She's spent every penny she's ever gotten her hands on that didn't go to feeding and housing herself on fabrics, it's not surprising. Is the jewel enchantable, too?"

"Yeah."

"High quality. Now I'm kind of wishing I'd been more of a pushover when she bugged me."

"You into the immodest look, too?" he asks rather than focus on being called a pushover.

"Is she only doing that? She won't be able to be the greatest whatever on Midgard if she wants everyone to look like that."

"No, I don't think so, this was mostly me, she was very accommodating."

"Then I bet she'd make me look good, too."

"That's a lot of flirting for you."

Gaël lifts an eyebrow and holds Vallynn's gaze for a second then says, "Moving on, look at this." Without breaking stride, his and Vallynn's spoons lift up into the air and start doing acrobatics around each other.

"Oh congratulations! And the mana efficiency looks better, too."

"Is it showing off time? Look at mine." She easily yanks Gaël's spoon out of his magic grasp with superior precision and efficiency and he can't wrestle it back. "Can't do two though."

Janus doesn't say anything but a round blob of porridge lifts up into the air from his bowl, almost perfectly uniform.

"—that's bullshit, how are you holding it stable—"

Mages.

"It's not dangerous, she said," says Vallynn in between huge gulps of water. "I don't go that deep, she said." Pant pant cough. "It's not like I'm getting obeaune eggs or anything like that," breathe, "she said."

She's curled up against a cave wall in the nook they found. "Two out of three," she says, shuddering.

Vallynn takes a few more deep breaths of water, willing his heart to calm down and trying to ignore the burning in his thighs and lungs. "You'd think that the first one is the most," breathe, "important of them!"

"We're alive aren't we?" she spits back.