Ferret had made pretty good progress on fixing the desk so far, about three quarters of the way done. She grinned a little when Nebula agreed to hang out with her. Since she got here she hadn't really spent time with anybody her age outside of school hours, so it was an exciting idea even if she wouldn't have any idea what to do once they got to the arcade.
"The arcade sounds pretty cool, yeah. I'm down for that as long as you can help me figure out what I'm doing." She squinted a little at the desk and pressed down harder, working out a particularly stubborn spot. The mention of dragon stuff brought a wide, fanged grin to her face, amd she looked back up. "Weeell. I can't breathe fire or anything, no, but honestly I think my breath is way cooler than that. I can breathe out a coating that brings my wind resistance waaayy into the negatives, which makes me probably one of the fastest fliers on the Island. Nobody's ever been able to go as fast as me that I've met, actually."
Finishing up with the buffer, she looked down at the freshly shiny and gouge-free wood proudly, taking a moment to drag the desk back into place and return the tool to the front. She slid back over on the flats of her feet and rested a hand on her hip. "Hoards are a bit of a weird spot for me. Back home, it wasn't practical to leave a big pile of valuables in one spot, since stuff was mostly out in the open. I spread out mine across the city in hiding spots, so that way if someone found anything I wouldn't lose much. Not sure how I wanna handle it here, though."