Arlo can’t help it but he almost smiles. His eyes flicker between Saiph and the cashews. Does that count? It has to count. Right? Maybe? Maybe he’s teasing you.

He’s patient, waiting until Saiph does decide to pull up some pictures. Leaning in he looks them over and chuckles quietly; the voids are cute but, “I like the orange one. What’s that ones name?”