[Hob, at least, is more than happy to soak up all the attention - more than enough for her girlfriend, who is a little more tentative in accepting pets and eventually scurries back to hide behind Dimitri's legs. He indulgently pats her on the head, and gives her another fishy little meatball.]

I hope you take no offense, Corrin, she is merely shy. It is only through Hob's own talent that she performs in any contests...

Is the, ah, yakisoba your favorite food here, then?

[He said that right, right? He thinks he said that right.]