I don't know where she'd find a lion here, even if she looked. [Kesara appears to contemplate this issue with great seriousness, chewing idly on her lower lip. There are certain rules to these things after all.] Does she also have a mask? Vigilantes should have masks. And she must have taken some oath to wed only the worthy, which is fine, of course, because you are you, but I'm still glad that there are no lions...

[It's becoming a bit of a ramble. Kesara is, after all, still getting used to the idea of an actual, real woman hero who is a vigilante who fights crime in a cape and is also courting - no - dating her precious friend. Distracted, she puts her hand over the tablet screen, the way she does when she wishes she could reach out and touch the person on the other side.]

I'll do it. I'll go out northwest - the others might not want to, but that's fine. I can find you on my own and you can find me, and then - then - you don't need a chaperone, do you, Zach? Since it's not courting, it's - dating.

[The foreignest of concepts. Better ask just to be sure.]