It's been a hard day for Dino, distracted as he has been since the competition show sent him into an odd spiral of curiosity and rethinking things with regard to what he knows and doesn't know. Squalo and Finnick and Xanxus... All of them have planted some weird seeds in his mind that he's following up on slowly but surely.

Today, practice got the best of him. Why does Hue & Cry need dancers, anyway? He's not sure, and maybe he's faintly hoping it's a mistake. But still, he goes around to each and every dancer he sees to let them know he appreciates the work they're doing.

Somehow he misses Oscar as first--oh, sorry, Severin--but once he's already seated with a meager little protein shake and a small salad, he sees him, and generally looks mortified that he somehow didn't see him sooner.

He waves him over, inviting him to sit.