[Husk hasn't been here for long. But even then, he can still somewhat tell that what this kid just said. There'd definitely be news of social functions reaching his ears in this small town and he's yet to hear about any hearings. The judicial thing does take him off-guard and has to remind himself that yes, this isn't hell.

Husk is about to say something to reassure the smol Iris before his cat ears swivel toward some noise. Damn it, Husk silently curses himself for allowing his ears to swivel. Fuck him having cat instincts. Nonetheless, Husk reaches into his pocket for quick access to his cards.]

...It might be best to speed up a little. So your parents don't have to wait.