"Could you imagine?" Luka leans along his side, propping his chin girlishly on the back of his hand, cigarette dangling from his fingers. He bats his eyes and simpers, pouting at her. "K-Kaivodulin, you wouldn't believe, the very oddest thing happened, there was this vile smelling plant that b-bit me and, well, it's rather strange really--I don't think I could even say..."