[It's just how the twins work, always speaking in near compliments, almost flattery, never quite closing the distance to something affectionately genuine. But really, would Gren want her any other way?

Lup knows she looks good and she knows everyone knows she looks good, but the elf's grin still curls when he says it, tipping her chin down demurely so she can bat her lashes at the man.]

Ain't that the truth. Gotta give the sad sacks here some eye candy while the scenery is so damn unappealing. Gotta make the trek over here worth it.

[Not that she didn't offer up instant transportation for all of her friends, just because she'd rather not have them all arrive frozen. She can barely even tell the shift in temperature, but she still hates it.]

Look at you. All dolled up and handin' out holiday gifts? Must be my lucky day.

[Lup turns the present around in her hands, inspecting it, before she's just tearing right into it.]