Michael
*Lucrum nods at her question, he shrugs. The young man was getting used to it, he saw it as friendly banter. . . The young man had tough skin, he could take little joke now and then.*

"I've gotten used to it. It's their personality, they don't mean anything serious about it. . . I think?—"
*He chuckles to himself, as his voice softens*

*"A Pig mask. . ."*
*He returns to the subject at hand, smiling to Lyra*

"It's a good one, I can imagine myself as a peacock however. It'll take some effort for it to come out authentic."
*He lays back against the trees bark, closing his eyes for a moment.*

**"So. . . "**
*He trails off for couple seconds before he decides to point out the __elephant in the forest__.*
**"Do Faes natural have green hair? . ."**
James
Lyra made a soft noise of understandment and nodded her head quietly, while spreading a smile with her lips. Yeah, sometimes she doubted how she would be able to keep up socially with others.

"I dunno... My species has lots of colorful hair." She explained. "But I have no idea about pure faes."
Michael
*Lucrum nods his head at the statement, it was safe to say at this point Lucrum didn't linger on small talk subjects all too long. . .*
"Pure Faes? . ."

*He was usually more social in smaller groups of friends, but he wasn't unsure himself why he was so social with Lyra? Since he knew what it felt like to be somewhat introverted he poked fun at Lyra to get her to open up just a tad bit more*

"You know—. . . You haven't moved— once since we started talking. You alright? That's the best scarecrow impression I've seen."
*He smirks*