The irony here being, of course, that although neither of them realized it, the boy Megiddo was describing and the boy Zirconia was thinking of were, in fact, the same boy. Megiddo rolled her eyes - just a little bit - at the revelation that she was not as lucky as she'd thought she was. "Just let me have my little moment of being glad to be alive, sheesh," she said, rocking on her heels. It wasn't as if she'd
asked Zirconia to go and be a spoilsport.
But: here they were.
"If we're done here," said Megiddo, "I'm going to go find a youma to dust or a lieutenant to steal lunch money from or something like that. Cool by you?"
Not that she cared about some weird catgirl's opinion or anything like that, though.
