Leo eyes Lorenzo's pants curiously as he dons them. "I'm not sure the point of 'em, but I want some because you have them."

"You know how most mammals have their goolies and whatnot on the outside, instead of keeping it protected like a species with sense?  They keep assuming everyone's bits are, so pants put them at ease lest they see naughty bits. So mammal worries, really. Though they also do a treat for keeping heat in with a jacket."

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Ma's kitchen is an interesting blend of spice jars, butchered animal bits, and some fibrous plants for roughage. She's got several stew pots boiling, and nearly whole bisons roasting over spits.

Outside, Litharos sees a more-or-less calm swamp for the moment, if crocodiles just blend in to the local decor. The nearby grey render doesn't seem terribly interested in the house, so probably not a threat. 

"Mmmmmokayyy....." Litharos replied. he's just sittin out and about enjoying it all.

She takes his hands in hers to dance.
"I may be a tad bit eccentric it seems."