She looks a lot more comfortable in that chair than R does, he'll give her that. Compared to her, he slumps down across from her, looking more like he's collapsing into it because that's basically what he's doing. Now the zombie sits there, listing a little to the side, but for now he's good and ready and hopeful that he'll get some more help on How to Ask Julie Out front and with all this advice, he's almost feeling prepared. It's a strange new feeling here for a corpse.

At least this time he has a vague idea about troll ideas of relationships, R staring at Nepeta and realizing he's heard Helmsman throw that term around. (Is it clawdrant or quadrant? Is this another troll thing?).

"Um," R says and that's totally an amazing way to kick things off, the zombie trying to think fast here. It's hard work. "Maybe...new...kind. Or...I don't know. How...do I tell?" He's groaning so fast he feels like he'll trip on the words if he's not careful. "She's...human and...Alive. I'm...not. If that...helps?"

R seriously has to take a break at that point, not used to wheezing out so many words in one shot like that because usually he has days to come up with anything that's over two syllables. With air rattling out of his lungs, the zombie sags back into his seat, hoping he covered enough for Nepeta to start working her magic.