Diego laughs softly at his tragically correct guess, then shrugs. Hopefully none of his friends are bent out of shape about it, but he doesn't think they will be. If things were going really bad, they'd just all give up and settle for cuddling and eating. Diego feels a brief pang of regret for turning that down, but...

"Most of us are just in it for fun," he explains. "How's Ribbonfin faring? Killing everyone with teamwork?"