"I can do the talking?" offers Edarial.

"If you can't give me a script. Yeah."

Wince. "I haven't done this before, either."

"Well. I guess we'll figure it out."

"Yeah," sighs Edarial. "I guess we will."

Iobel pats his shoulder.

He smiles at her, a little.

"Awwww. Bonding!"

"About time."

"We've been working on it."

Edarial nods. "We have."

"It's both weird and cute to see you in comparison to my brother and Isabella."

"...Are you saying there is a sense in which we're cute in comparison to them?"

"... Yes?"

"That's unexpected."

"Very."

"It's like - they are comfortable with each other and have been since I met Isabella 'cause I only caught them after they were all couply. But you are just starting the relationship tango and it's like you are two adorable puppies trying to figure out how to play. And it's cute."

"Aaand now I feel sort of patronized."

"Sorry, not my intention, I suck at metaphors."

"That was a simile."

"Whatever. I'm not good at those, either."

Iobel snorts.

"But you get my point, right?"

"I suppose."