Welcome to Gaia! ::

Nodding his head, Zascha began to make his was towards the dorms. "I don't have a lot of...furniture so hopefully it isn't too bare bones for you." A bed, a night stand, a desk and a pile of clothes in a corner. Ah comfort. Though he supposed some time he'd not to take a trip off island and perhaps get a few more chairs. Or a bean bag. He'd heard those were comfortable. Perhaps a bit more economic and less expensive.

The question was a bit odd to be honest. "Soap? Ahhh perhaps. As long as it doesn't make me smell like a field of flowers." No one would take him seriously if he showed up smelling like posies.

"Oh wow how neat! Thanks." Zascha examined the bear shaped bars of soap. Giving them a good sniff. Ah yes, not a girly scent. Perfect. Although actually using them might be a while, unless he could somehow talk her into making more. Bears were one of his favorite animals anyway.

He had quite honestly in the time he'd been here not been down to the beach. So to hear that soap washed up on the shores fairly often was an interesting little factoid. "Huh, I didn't even know it did wash up. I wonder what other random things wash up." Well that would call for him to make a trip or few to the shore. Do a little scouting. Perhaps he could find something too.

"So you make soap as a hobby? Is it hard to do?" Truly curious, Zascha had never seen or even heard of people making soap. Least of all making them into interesting shapes.