Mm, if it tastes funny don't drink it... got it. But it didn't taste like bleach... it tasted like... fruit. And then it didn't taste like fruit. But then it did again. [ What-- oh, right. Children in Africa. ] Yeah, they have like... lions. [ That's probably it, right? Right. She pauses, lifting her hands to inspect them. ] No, I... I don't remember why. Something about weapons... [ It's probably best if she doesn't regale him with the tale of the stolen flanges, honestly... ]

... [ The door is suddenly flung open, and she blinks. She stares outside for a few moments, before she turns around and hugs him, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she tends to do when she's leaving his apartment to return to her own. ] Okay, bye!

[ Yep. This is definitely the same thing as leaving his apartment because she's pretty sure he's not going to come with her. She turns back around a little too fast and nearly falls flat on her face as she takes a step outside, but fortunately, she catches herself, snickering at her own fumble as she tries to stumble out into the open with very little cares in the world. ]