Boy, Libby thought to herself, to distract from the fact that her cheeks were feeling pretty warm all of a sudden, continuing her long and steady gaze at the ceiling, I should really put something up here to make it a little more interesting to look at...

"Can't have that," she agreed. "It'll be quite the sensation for the squirrels, I'm sure.

"Any particular requests?" she then offered, because, yes, food. Focus on the food. She can handle food, Vi can handle her missing hand wraps.