The last can in Keepa's hands lifted and set itself in the shelf with the others before looking over their shoulder at Ryan the moment he made a sound. "Hey" they chirped, the area around a side of their face rippling a dark grey for a second in surprise.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Where</span>...Ehn...side-out.<span style="font-style: italic">t'rii</span>..." they began, apparently aware of their nonsensical sentance structure, if it had even existed in that statement. With a slight disappointed frown, their shadow bent itself into the silhouette of a tree seen through bushes while making small twittering sounds of birds. The image shifted to the left as if looking before playing out the vague image of Ryan talking to Kit outside, minutes ago.<br/>"Han-natseeed ish'trii set'et'et..." Keepa chirped, holding up a can of Ravioli as though what they said had something to do with the can. The question had been a remark about having so many of the same thing before it blinked. "Rav-oli!" they chirped, cheerfully shrugging off the language barrier before a tendril wisked it onto the shelf with the rest, closing the door behind it.<br/>"H-how was your daayy~?" They went on, their jaw softly flowing with a light grey; the greeting being mimicked, testing the waters in the attempt to solidify the meaning behind the statement, hoping they had said it correctly.