Celandine squirms, of course, but the protest is half-hearted at best. She doesn't really mind being held, even if it embarrasses Lambert how honest she can be. Of course, it's not going to entirely distract her from trying to inspect the necklace while she's being flipper-hugged.

Strange's explanation distracts Lambert from worrying too much about it, anyway. His brow knots in confusion, picking up one of the books curiously, then snorting when he reads the title.

"You know we're not an army, right?" He only vaguely remembering the conversation they'd had what feels like a lifetime ago about this topic, but he does remember that it did come up. Despite the complaint, he still flips the book open, skimming through the pages with a wry smile. It looks even more dense and guaranteed to put him to sleep than Strange's book.