She makes a soft sound of delight when she feels the tug at the sprigs in her hand, and turns to watch it eat, smiling.

"Hey you, thanks for comin' over." She really wants to sink her fingers into the thick, glowing fuzz at the top of its head, feel the dense curls and the slick lanolin on her fingertips, but she also doesn't want to spook the thing.

"That ... flash of information I got, when I touched that thing in the square. I got that impression from it, yeah. What else do I need to know?"