"Yes, of course." Alex said into his tea, nodding a tad. Minerva stood behind him, eyeing the saucer on the table with the kettle held in a tight grip. She was just waiting for the teacup to touch it, even for a second, so she could swoop in with the refill.
"You should be proud of your work, Greiss." Alex went on, "I have taken a look upon it already this morning. It was well made, as was the one Galina herself made last night. They should be suitable for our purposes."
Lucas chuckled a bit, and added, "Last time ya said 'suitable', it meant the bombs were too big. We almost didn't get out alive."
"We should be fine." Alex reassured him. Lucas just nodded and snapped up Chrys, his uniform top still baggy even on her large frame, and planted the wingless Elysian firmly on his lap.