The man had what one could call a “startling” appearance, in fact some might glance at him and imagine an evil empire or various plots beneath that well coifed surface. The eyes only furthered such illusions for most people. Mao simply wanted to know however, as while various notions and possibilities danced in her mind, the woman ultimately didn’t favor any because they were merely speculation and hypotheses until proven true or false. Besides the answers were far more interesting than the fantasies anyhow, even if they were related to more mundane topics in a sense. ”Made it?” she murmured, surprised.
He gave her little time to question it however, pointing out her rudeness that caused a spark of surprise to appear and she hastily looked down. ”Ah, my apologies, how rude,” she murmured loud enough for him to hear, before meeting his gaze without further hesitation, ”I’m Mao, Mao Nakiri, and it is a pleasure to meet you.” He did have a point after all, and she offered a small smile as if in a final note of apology before her attention shifted between the self-crafted rod and the bag of delightful treats, ”It’s definitely impressive that you made it…I can only imagine the convenience. Can you craft other things then, too? Like chairs, or utensils, or sunglasses?”
Hmm maybe the last question was a little strange, but from the looks of the dark substance it sounded like a possibility to her. And how nifty would it be to be able to block out those obnoxiously sunny days with shades or even a parasol? She felt a little jealous, but certainly nothing malicious as the eyes returned to the bag of marshmallows. ”Also…are you using the marshmallows…as bait?” her head tilted to the side in curiosity, the girl by now crouched down and hugging her knees as her tail remained behind her without wavering, ”Do they work on fish?” For all she knew he might just be fishing for something like crabs or lobsters, she imagined they might go for it regardless of what it was.