Even just in the last couple months here, Lup has met eight feet tall fish people, a baking spider, an overenthusiastic giant mouse, and whatever the hell goat fursona Edward is supposed to be, and this person munching on some fish is still one of the wilder things she's seen around the place. She's cool just for that, in Lup's book, though maybe the elf would also kinda like to offer her some free soap, if this wasn't a dream.

She seems to be enjoying herself anyway, and-- woah. That's a whole bunch of thoughts that aren't her own, right there. Lup stops in her tracks, long ears swiveling wildly like startled birds taking flight as she's trying to parse whatever the heck kind of telepathy is happening here. It's a lot, and Lup laughs a bit uncertainly.

"Yeah uh, the fish is pretty good, right? I mean, eating the head and all is maybe, that can be kinda tricky for some people-- No, that's not quite uh, how you play volleyball--" Be cool, Lup, just because somebody's yelling directly into your brain doesn't mean you get to ramble like a damn fool. She clears her throat, gets the conversation back under control a bit and asks more kindly, "Do you like, understand spoken language, buddy?"