"O-oh, right. Of course," Omega says, both disappointed and feeling silly for asking. The conversation had gone differently with Peter, and she can tell that the same reasoning wouldn't work here. She looks down, finding Dart shoving her head against her face. It's hard to stay sad for long when you had a snuggly mothkitten in your coat. She giggles softly, obliging the little furball with a hug.

"...I guess we should leave, then." The girl turns, pausing to look towards where they'd abandoned the present. "I hope the Agrii got you something nice from home, at least."