"Even if she's some tentacle monster that thinks in five spatial dimensions," Dido snorts. "She'd need an Gold Medal in mental gymnastics to like Loni. For God's sake, he's a spoiled brat–"

Dido's rant stutters to a stop. "He's a spoiled brat," she repeats. "He's a spoiled brat. We thought he was spoiled by his uncle, but it was the Lady who–who spoiled him rotten..."

She stares at Izuru, wide-eyed. "Do you think–?"