"Ten years." Zephyr's eyebrows went up, because that didn't at all jive with the puppy appearance he was seeing.

...This was a conversation that'd be better had over food. He dusted his pants off absently, like he cared about it, and turned. "Yeah, I'll get food for both of us. Stay here, I'll be back in a bit."

It would take a few minutes; but eventually he'd be back with two orders of the cheesy noodles, one with a fork and one without, and he settled down with legs folded to be at Meira's level for eating. "So, ten years," he said conversationally, as if the pause hadn't happened. "You look a little young for ten."