Her nose wrinkles in confusion at the phrase, the jumble of vowels she isn't familiar with. She says it under her breath, curious, but doesn't push it.

"What's that one? Boy band hair?"

Nevermind about not pushing it. Rahzel releases a put upon sigh and rolls those baby blues.

"While it's still piping hot? I refuse to listen to you complain if you burn your pretty mouth. Vani will cry."