Waffles' whole display earns a break in Makka's staring, mostly because at the point she keeps staring it turns into a challenge, and she's not challenging him to be ridiculous. She does get up as he rolls onto his back, walking closer with her body language held neutral, ears forward in a listening, but not tense, manner.

Victor finds a seat form himself again, downing whatever non-alcoholic spiced apple cider he's found. He answers after swallowing. "I think that's the idea! Always had been, from what I remember. It's for the birds, after all, and they have some sense of that!" However many of them might return having managed to survive their first grand adventure or not. Still, it was in good humour and good faith to support the celebration, so why not? Most of what their god stood for was fine by Victor. More than he could say for some sects of scattered religions the countries over.

He's glad for the familiarity, if nothing else.

"Have you never had the chance to celebrate it before?" he asks, leaning back, planting an elbow on the table behind him.