The answer comes in time

He'd glare at her angrily - an equally as light-hearted movement as her cursing, and she'd simply stare at him with a what, I dare you look. It was completely full of sass and attitude and dominance, and Lillianna had no trouble in holding it until he got distracted and lost the look, instead focusing on the matter at hand; Finch's gift.

Her grin brightened when he grinned back after setting it down, and she would draw closer to also pick it up when he went to lick it. - and since his didn't end up with scratches on his tongue, she presumed it safe. She'd draw neaerer. her jaws closing over it and she hefted it up. It was surprisingly light, had a weird taste she rather hated, and was bulky but it was sturdy when she bit down hard pn the surface and so she presumed Finch would be able to hold many things in it. It was really good. She'd set it down, and then sit herself down, her tail brushing some junk, lifting her paw to lick at the cut when she realized the glass was still in there.

Frowning, she glanced up at Lark - she wouldn't be able t grasp the glass easily. "I'll need help here," she said briefly, flicking her gaze away from him and back to the cut. Damnit, nope, there was no way she could get the glass out herself.