"Yes, bugs," Thank goodness this guy finally gets it. Eat mice, of all things. Mice! She has a neighbor who's a mouse. Actually, she might still owe him an apology or two.

"Fae, then. But— Wait did you say four hundred?"

Four hundred seasons. That's respectable even by a Tortoise's age, or an elder Elephant. Doesn't have a birthday? Maybe these apes are hatched, somehow, or... some other something. She doesn't know a species called Fae, it could mean anything. Maybe the reason he was so confused wasn't because he was young, but indeed quite the opposite. Quintet shifts her stance into something more respectful, with her tail tucked neatly around her ankles. No sense in being rude to one's elders, after all, even if they do have some strange ideas about what's appropriate.

"That's a lot of life."