"Are all the pirates small where you come from?" he asks, ignoring how pleased he is with the warmth of being bumped like that. "Fran's taller than me even without her ears. And you'd make an excellent pirate, I wager."

He follows her fluidly, momentarily distracted when she takes his hand and by the words that followed. For some reason, he's touched that she remembers, and maybe a little uncertain about what she knows about him. It hadn't really mattered that night, but now it feels like maybe it does.

"I've lived a life of finery and one of very little resources," he shrugs, drawing much less attention to it than he feels. "I prefer nice things when I can get them. Like my ship."

The lattice gives him safer territory to navigate, and it's easy enough to lift the lattice and maneuver it onto the nail. He's done significantly harder under significantly more pressure and less light. "Moon flowers, hmm? Are they special?"