[ The narration was going to make a delightful point here, some long and detailed thing about observers not possessing the right to tarnish such a fragile moment, but no. Lion is, frankly, too deep in the argument paint to even notice it to begin with. What attention they have to spare for non-argument related things is spent on the bottles and boxes scattered across the countertop, gingerly sorting through what Wakaba is keeping and what needs to be shoved back in a bag for Later.

Until the pun, that is. That horrible, perfect pun.

Slowly, they turn to stare at the charred corpse who is far, far too proud of herself. ]

.... This is worse then saying I was named after a one rin coin, you know that? I know, truly, that I shouldn't continue to be surprised that you're such a living fossil, and yet you keep finding ways to remind me of it.

[ Just. Really, Wakaba???

The half-offended, half-incredulous look is turned on Niina. ]

And you asked her to keep an eye on you? Willingly??

[ ......... it's honestly hard to tell if that's an insult or not, at this point. ]