Teeth turned to the other crewmember, one hand still cradling the little bracelet. "Oh--thanks! I always need more volumes." The beads slipped down his paw, hanging around two fingers as he accepted the gift, weighing it his hand a moment before the other question jerked his gaze back up. He let out a little laugh, lifting the paw again. "Pretty, right? Just from the locals, figured I could use a nice souvenir." The way he looked at the little present was though it was a priceless treasure and not a cheap little thing probably made in the span of ten minutes, but that was just how Teeth was. He had a small collection of little trinkets gathered from shore leaves--a pressed flower, a rock with a pattern scorched onto the surface, a small pack of some card game he hadn't learned to play yet ... he preferred the natural, little things, always one to take a used pencil over a shot glass. Liked the life of it.