The bard watched Sam curiously, eyes avidly drawn to the metal object as his friend explored it with slender fingers that quickly probed and stroked their odd little find all over. The search for buttons or seams, depressions or any other clue as to the bean's purpose came up short, but the bard's mind was ticking over as he frowned at the shape. A bean, yes, but it was curved and rounded in such a way as to resemble something more familiar. He frowned and started to hold out his hand, a thoughtful look on his face. "I think I have an idea. Could I--"
Sam's apology came before he could quite finish his question, and a moment later Jigano withdrew his hand, struggling to keep his expression neutral and not wrinkle his brow in disgust and a little frustration. "Well, that's one way to claim it as yours," he said dryly. Drier, at least, than the bean now was. "I was going to say that it almost looks like something that would fit in an ear, but we'll probably want to dry it off first." A pale brow arched sardonically at his friend. "Dare I ask why you licked it?"
Sam's apology came before he could quite finish his question, and a moment later Jigano withdrew his hand, struggling to keep his expression neutral and not wrinkle his brow in disgust and a little frustration. "Well, that's one way to claim it as yours," he said dryly. Drier, at least, than the bean now was. "I was going to say that it almost looks like something that would fit in an ear, but we'll probably want to dry it off first." A pale brow arched sardonically at his friend. "Dare I ask why you licked it?"
