Ilda grins, taking the yimo. She’s taken to referring to it as a phone, if only because she thinks it sounds cooler. “Nope,” she answers as she activates the camera. “Selfie time!”

She holds the yimo up - she’s had a lot of practice by now - and snaps several shots, not waiting for Yato to be ready.

Then she giggles. “We should put the masks and gloves on, and pose with the shovels! What do you think?”