"Good." To Robin and to Vincent. It all makes perfect sense, so... "Good. Good!"

Phalanx wiggles aimlessly--almost like they're shifting their weight to go and sit up straight again, but don't actually make it that far. In fact, they end up settling even more solidly between the other two, sinking comfortably smaller, like liquid puddling between two big stones. A blanket-wrapped hand pats Vincent's leg happily.

"Busy houses... you know? The ones with lots of people. Like that. They like each other--it's nice."