"Cool, thanks." The words were given flat and without much of any emphasis on them as barely before Futuba even gave her the invitation, Loona's eyes had locked on the beanbag and just threw herself on the thing, resulting in a resounding *THWUMP* and slow hiss of escaping air from inside the bag that now grooved perfectly around the hellhounds behind as she slumped there.

"Ohhh, yeah, that's the stuff."

She hauled her head up enough to at least look at Futuba's food invitation, waving a decline, "Nah, good, I got me a sample before I liberated this one for ya."

"Ain't no soylent green, but it does the job!"