"Ridiculous?" There's still a layer of solemnity in Sylvain's voice, but for a moment, he chases it away with the sound of mock offense. He holds a hand over his chest, looking fully scandalized. The other hand attempts to block, well, where Inda's ears should have been, at least.

"Are you calling our plant baby ridiculous? Can you believe this, Inda?"

That amusement quickly fades away, though something of a smile lingers in its stead. He nods in agreement -- truthfully, he can hardly remember what he'd put in the letter at this point. It would be good to re-read it.

"What did Dima get you?"