"Of course the Moogles do the kupo thing over text." Hunk sounds at once both amused and deeply offended. While it was cute and endearing, it was inefficient and unnecessary. And they could just do it sometimes!

But he resists that strong, schadenfreude-laden urge to place palm to face at the Moogles' expense. Barely. Instead he quirks an eyebrow at the mentions of magitek crystal stuff. With a light whimper, Hunk decides that while Team Punk would've been great and he missed his pal a lot, just Hunk would have to do.

"Right, so it's just a matter of figuring out how they do that translation. Or how those crystals even transmit information- the Dream Width doesn't seem hospitable to satellites, so..." One of Hunk's hands scratches at his neck, while the other starts to gravitate towards her iMog slate. "...can I see some of the code?"