"It was on sale," she replies, briskly and obviously trying to save face. It wasn't entirely a lie, as it had been at a cheap enough price for it to be considered a bargain when taking her salary into account, but, really. She honestly just really liked the frogs--not that she'd admit it any time soon.

She follows her inside, allowing herself to be escorted and taking in the sights. She had stopped by the comfort house before (once or twice, mostly after something particularly messy occurred), of course, so it was somewhat relieving to see that it hadn't suffered any serious damage from the battle. Still, when the other girl speaks up, she can't help but to narrow her eyes a bit.

"One," she begins, pursing her lips in annoyance. "If you think that's going to be my new nickname, you better step out of third grade. Two, I've been fine. You?"