Yuuna doesn't even bat an eyelash at Merrill's enthusiasm. She's come to expect it, and it's one of her most endearing qualities. She reaches over and gently squeezes the Dalish girl's shoulder before starting towards the stairs, following Isabela with Hitmonchan and Tyranitar in toe. She's ready and able to pull out more, and her hand rests on the hilt of her sword at that.

"Well, hopefully we'll be able to skip that whole...fight...thing. I mean, wouldn't it be great if we could just move right on to having tea and a chat? Merrill's got the right idea."

She turns and grins at her girlfriend, to show that she's genuine in the praise. She's starting to pick up on sarcasm better, after all, and she doesn't want to hurt her feelings.

"C'mon, let's check it out. It'd be rude to keep our host waiting."