"Chocobos, huh?" Marco's ears perked. He skipped over the other pieces of the conversation, reserving it for a better time. "Sounds good to me," he gently tickled under Grell's chin with a hand. "And if it's not still there, then we'll definitely know you took too long changing," Marco teased with a grin, quickly opening up the door to lead Grell out, half as an excuse to avoid getting hit by him.