Ah, good! Now he won't be worrying about if he should be carrying it or not with the weapon back in its proper owner's hands. Sizhui adjusts his grip on the box slightly, waiting patiently for Curufin to lead them wherever it is they need to go.
He also listens in the same manner, laughs softly at the joke about the sword, interest piqued at the idea of fresh fish, although he does look incredulous by the many jars inside the container he's carrying. “Twenty-five? Wow, that is a lot of... what was it? Peanut butter?” Something he's unfamiliar with, which hasn't ever stopped him before, but he isn't going to ask to try someone else's and— wait, did he say someone turns into a cat on this train? Sizhui's head tips curiously, brow knitted. “Are they a shapeshifter of some kind?” Certainly not a demon or monster or anything that would need to be stopped, right? He casts an appraising glance toward the sword, nods with understanding, yet doesn't consider questioning the wars thing, either. “Interesting. I am sure it's a strong, reliable weapon, then.”
What a name! He opens his mouth, closes it, thoughtfully hums then attempts repeating, “Curufin Fëanorion,” and blessedly doesn't slaughter it. His smile brightens and he offers his own name in return. “It is nice to meet you. My name is Lan Sizhui.” Ordinarily, he'd bow, but that would be difficult in his current position.
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He also listens in the same manner, laughs softly at the joke about the sword, interest piqued at the idea of fresh fish, although he does look incredulous by the many jars inside the container he's carrying. “Twenty-five? Wow, that is a lot of... what was it? Peanut butter?” Something he's unfamiliar with, which hasn't ever stopped him before, but he isn't going to ask to try someone else's and— wait, did he say someone turns into a cat on this train? Sizhui's head tips curiously, brow knitted. “Are they a shapeshifter of some kind?” Certainly not a demon or monster or anything that would need to be stopped, right? He casts an appraising glance toward the sword, nods with understanding, yet doesn't consider questioning the wars thing, either. “Interesting. I am sure it's a strong, reliable weapon, then.”
What a name! He opens his mouth, closes it, thoughtfully hums then attempts repeating, “Curufin Fëanorion,” and blessedly doesn't slaughter it. His smile brightens and he offers his own name in return. “It is nice to meet you. My name is Lan Sizhui.” Ordinarily, he'd bow, but that would be difficult in his current position.