"A groove in an--" Luma started, and the tilt of her head became very much like that of a curious dog, before she blinked a moment and shook her head as if it didn't matter.

(One hardly even needed to notice such things, when they had handy claws to do all the neat work there....not that Luma ever cared much for neat).

"But that does make sense. And maybe sort of as a test. To see if you actually do have things more interesting to spring into, or if you're pretty much better off not even bothering venturing beyond the small talk if you don't have to."

Luma could not imagine herself just sitting around talking about the weather for too long, she'd probably just get bored or irritated and simply wander off instead.