[ Sevika doesn't even blink at him getting poro wrong. The kid was free to call the thing whatever he wanted. She'd likely be going with "menace to society" herself. ]

You know...

[ She begins, not bothering to pull out a chair but leaning a hip against a pub table instead and planting a hand — her only one — on the other hip. There's no movement from the left side to follow suit, only the cloth of her poncho hanging still where the other arm should be. ]

I knew those idiots were going to attract attention real quick the way they go on, but I hadn't expected it to come from a six-year-old.

[ Incorrect guess at his age. You know, intentionally. ]