The more Jericho looked him over, the wider his smile grew. The boy was beginning to understand. He curled his arm around the bag, waiting happily for the moment he would fully understand and he could help.

Only, he did not want his help. Francœur's expression changed in a blink from happiness to confusion. His mouth hung open but all that came out were more chirps. While there was no translation for the noises he made, his facial expressions were apparent. He looked at the bag, considering the situation. Well, if the boy was sure.

He held the bag out for Jericho to take.