[Charles is holding an Atlas Moth, absolutely enamored with the giant thing as she keeps perched in his palms]
Niko, almost equally as excited: Oh, she's so pretty..
Charles, beaming as the moth's wings slowly flutter: She is, isn't she? Right shame they only live for a week or two..
[Crystal and Edwin are standing about a foot or some back- a little more hesitant when it comes to the many-limbed creatures]
Niko: Really? I thought moths lived a lot longer than that
Charles: Well, most do- yeah. But their tongues are too small, see? They don't work
Crystal, her face scrunched: How do you know that-?
Charles, blinking widely like he'd forgotten she was there: Edwin told me
[He says it like it should be obvious, though not unkindly. The psychic turns to Edwin]
Crystal: I thought we were on the same team here, why do you know that?
Edwin, like it's the most obvious thing in the world: Charles likes bugs
[Niko giggles behind her hands]
Crystal: ...right.. of course