When Alani saw his wings retract it made her think of Transformers. Not surprising, since she had been aching to see the movie. She was surprised how the metal appendages were so easily a part of him. Alani momentarily worried for his back, thinking he might accidentally cut himself from time to time. Then again she figured he must know how to handle them. It was just that Alani herself was so unused to her own mutation. She hadn't done any real damage so far. At least, nothing like the wall or the car in Hawaii. Yet she still worried. She didn't want the day to come where someone bumped into her and she made something crumble into teeny weeny bits. Especially if that something were vital. But it seemed that she only ruined things in a high stress situation, and those things were usually furniture or something as harmless. So Alani kept quiet about it for now, not wanting to cause any trouble.

If Alani brought up the forgotten lunch at all it would just be to pull Warren's leg. Honestly she wasn't down about it or anything. Any opportunity to talk to him, whether it was bumping into each other at the pool or a planned outing, made her just as happy. She didn't know how to deal with boys in the first place. And she had just recently had her first kiss. So she was far from complaining. Alani laughed a little at his jet-lagged comment. Well, she didn't realize he would mean by plane since he'd just swooped down here on his own. And flying yourself had to be more tiring then being flown, or so her logic told her.

"I've been okay." She nodded in agreement with her own statement. "Just trying to take it easy. And I'm glad it gets so warm here. I'd kill for a beach." Alani looked down for a quick second to tie off the twine she was working on, then tied the addition to the shell plate in her lap.

"My mom taught me how," she informed him after his query, still working with quick fingers. "She used to make them for, like, a hobby before everyone started asking where she got such pretty chimes from. Then she decided to make a little money off of it. We would go down to the beach sometimes and just scoop up hundreds of shells. When she was lazy, she'd go out and buy them." Alani paused to laugh. "Buying shells in Hawaii...anyway. It was a mother/daughter bonding ritual of sorts. Since she couldn't stand watching sports with me."

Once Alani secured the last string, she held up the finished project to test it out. She blew on it and the shells, bells, and beads beat against each other. The melodious sound was loud in her ear and she jumped a little.

"Oh. Well, guess it works."