Magra, looking like she was a living lit lava lamp thanks to the bright neon of her clothes' colours, smiles awkwardly and gives a wave with the hand that held her cellphone. "Hahaha... Yeah. Been meaning to do it lately and only got around to it now thanks to, ahh, stuff. Yeah. Stuff."

Noticing that he's noticing something behind her, the girl looks around to see what it is and frowns.

Clara freezes up at that point, the oversized bag of chips no longer rustling and looking with Apollo with some alarm. She only relaxes (with some disappointment) to hear her granddaughter's next words: "I know, I know! Not exactly the healthiest stuff but hey! A student's gotta eat. I'm kinda trying to match my shopping with my clouds today, Mr. Apollo. The rainbow."

"It looks like greens could use a bit more notice here," Clara observes with a bit of a deadpan finality to her tone. "Both of you, I think. You don't want to have irate bowel movements you two!"