In her usual style, Alli packs an hour before she has to leave and ultimately makes it out the door only ten minutes late after forgetting at least three vitally important items (her eyeliner!). But she makes it through Pearson security with plenty of time... well, more like barely enough time. But the important thing is, she's safely ensconced in her seat when they take off.
Once she's gotten her bag stowed and her legs rearranged in a doomed attempt at comfort and generally considers herself suitably settled, she turns to her seatmate. "Is your brain doing an Eeeeee France! thing too?"
"Ohhh. Um, sorry, May. I thought you were just, uh- visiting Toronto, or something, at first. Welcome?"
"You too," Emma responds, not dishonestly but still somewhat automatically. "Oh, um, sorry, should've asked- are you two eating here? Did you want to sit? I can move." Her horse half is taking up a fair bit of space, but it's readily movable to the far side of the table to make space if necessary.
Emma scoots around the table until she's taking up the spaces behind the table rather than the spots to the side of her. "Better? Can you fit okay?"
Emma is slightly startled by this, but May can have a shy high five anyway. "You're, um. Adjusting okay, then...?" she asks tentatively.
"I mean, it's a shock? Especially since Alli's never seen one of me before and I haven't looked through the library yet. But I'm rolling. So to speak."
It's time to play Let's Use Disability To Hide Ostensible Extinction!
Alli wanders back, two croissants in hand. She places one on the table in front of May and steals the remaining empty chair for herself. The metal frame makes a creaking, scraping sort of sound as she shoots it closer to the table. "There you go, May. Merde, that sound's annoying." She glares at her chair momentarily before refocusing on her food. "So! What'd I miss?"
May picks up her croissant. "Thanks! I have invented the non-biped-high-five and explained that going fullform doesn't cooperate well with my chair."
"You are sometimes also a biped! But you can keep the high fives for when I am actually a lion if you want."
"How do two legs even work?" Emma asks curiously. "Isn't balancing hard? Don't you... tip, or something?"