"Iiiiit's! LUNCHTIME!" May, perhaps the person most enthusiastic about saying such a thing in any world, does quite the amazing little dance. First she stomps her feet in excitement, face and hands down, and then, as she finishes her stomping, she flings her arms up into the sky.
It's a beautiful routine, and I can't help but applaud her.
She bounces up and down, and looks to Lucas.
"It's lunchtime? Lunch?"
He nods, smiling. "Yes, May. Lunch."
She grins, and starts bouncing up and down even more. "Lunch! Lunch! Lunchlunchlunch!"
Roland has recently swapped places with Valentine to get some rest. But little things like people sleeping won't stop May from showing her excitement.
Though, in all fairness, even with all of our traveling, she's probably not fully acclimated to the idea that sometimes people will be sleeping while she's fully awake and long from sleep herself.
The older man reaches up from where he's curled to sleep, and places a strong hand on her head.
