[ cookies, plates, mugs and even placemats are all set, ending with falco sitting in his chair and waiting patiently for erwin to sit with the cocoa (though the little rapid jump in his leg could say otherwise). he waits only a moment afterwards, but already starts off: he may be young and his strategizing equally green, but he was smart and scaling, deserving his place as a candidate. ]

The Jaw Titan could break those locks, [ he gestures with both hands into a squeezing motion, afterwards reaching for and pinching a cookie. ] it’s smaller than it should be, a little more than two meters instead of five. It should fit through the door with a squeeze, [ he starts counting on his fingers, ] it’s fast, could take hits . . .

[ his gaze lowers and looks graver, then, ]

I’m sure there’ll be guards there now.