Lisbeth looked up sharply to the point, her gaze sliding up to that pointed hair, and she couldn't at all be mad at the excited boy. She remained crouched, not unlike him, and she wasn't all that much different in body. He was only an inch taller than her, and didn't look all that much heavier.

"Waka, that's its name?" It was as good as any name for a pet rock, she supposed, with good humor towards the teen and the teen's pet. Her eyes moved to return her gaze back down at the shiny little thing. It had stopped giggling and was rolling over to roll around one of the teen's shoes and bump constantly into it. Its movement reminded her of how a steel ball would react to a magnet.

"Or is that what it is? A waka?"