"You sure you don't want to sing away your brooding instead?" She asks, politely with the brightest most innocent smile- completely ignoring his defiance. "You fit the textbook definition of someone singing an early 2000s emo song. Even with the general demographic, you will feel right at home." She answers truthfully and honestly- her tone even.

"Also good evening, good evening! I am...surely enjoying. I am saving the actual eating for later." She continues on as she answers to Rook's words as she actually gets up from her seat at the table, her drone following behind her as it kept projecting her form below as she makes her way over to the digimon. "Can I- can I hold you-? Maybe I could-" her words die as she watches her hand brush past the table and actually- her whole body rather.

"Right. Dang it." She sighs as she rather comedically stays floating above the table like some sort of half-baked magic trick. She looks like she's sunk emotionally five feet under with the worst news delivered to her doorstep. "You know what, junior, I will join you with the brooding. Over my lack of a body."