[Two things happen at once: Alder closes his eyes in peaceable feline acceptance of Steve's devotion, and Giorno smiles. It's . . . pretty funny, actually. Shy is a new expression from Steve, but not a bad one. People are so funny about praise. Things that seem like simple fact to him end up being a little more than most are willing to say out loud.]

[Still, it's true. He doesn't regret saying it. He jots down a few mental notes for later. This is a subject he can and will come back to. For now—]

Ooh.

[His eyes light up as he takes the box perhaps a little too quickly, eagerness palpable as he paws it open. A snort at the orange paper, and then he's torn his way into it like an absolute monster and is holding the pouch as though it's the most precious, valuable artifact in all of human history and also simultaneously his own infant child. He would die for this coin pouch.]

[And also maybe for Steve a little, if the near-fanatical gleam in his eye at the correct identification is anything to go by.] Mmhm! I need to check the book Riley gave me to make sure all the details are the same as ordinary stag beetles, from home I mean, but I'm pretty sure they're the same here. Did you know they wrestle each other? One will lift the other over his head and just throw him.