"Oh shit, really?" The large form of Vincent pops back into view from around the half-wall that makes up part of the kitchen, "You guys got lizard?"

This is the first thing that Vincent has seemed genuinely excited about since Phalanx has met him. Maybe fried lizards are a favorite of his?

Robin remains distracted with the work along Phalanx's palm, quickly busying into his own thoughts. It isn't just that he doesn't understand what Phalanx is, Phalanx's existence is so far beyond anything that Robin has encountered that, for a moment, he draws a complete blank. He'd been calculating, planning, trying to derive answers from every little scrap of information he can get, but for a few moments, he tries to draw a conclusion and there is simply... nothing. His extensive network of memories and distant knowledge gives him nothing.

He nearly shivers, unsettled.

"Robin, where'd you put it?"

Robin blinks and looks around a moment after Vincent tries to ask him a question.

"Huh? What?" He says stupidly, coming back to reality.

"I said," Vincent repeats, "Where'd you put it?"

"...Oh," Robin slowly points over towards a small table near the entrance of the apartment, "Over that way."

Miraculously, Vincent seems to follow the line that Robin makes with his arm almost perfectly, heading in that direction even though he couldn't have possibly seen it. Robin finally steps back into the real world fully, looking at Phalanx again for a moment before putting a small smile back on his face.

"Hey, where'd that card go? Do you remember?"