[He nods as he listens, his flower crown momentarily forgotten as he gives her his undivided attention— naturally, he finds this to be fascinating, as he does more curious things.

Reaching out, he gently takes hold of the object she offers. If she hadn't said it was a lure, he might have mistaken it for some kind of trinket, lovely as it is. He lifts the palm of his hand to examine it more thoroughly, gently prodding it with his index finger.]

A remarkable little device. For all the lures I have seen you collect at home, I don't recall any that looked like this— truly, it is quite beautiful.