Her forehead creases just so at that before an unsure, slow little smile crops up. It's a joke with an edge, she thinks, and lets her smile flourish more before she nods. "I'm up for it. The staying. Not the gnawing." Dogs do gnaw though, don't they?

With that action, Malia moves ahead to sit, unable to stop her eyes from lingering over certain parts of his body. Yeah, she's gonna have to ask what he is...

At the question and offer, her eyes wander for these aforementioned pretzels. "Sure." And when they're passed her way, she gives one a long sniff before popping it into her mouth, crunching slowly, lips pursing to the side. Not the first time she's had them, and even now, there's not a lot to them. Dry.

She eyes Lantar again. "So...what are you? You're not human." Anyone would be curious! Stating it so directly, with nary a polite manner in sight, she's nothing if not blunt.