Kaen perked at the sound of the Nidoran boy's reassurances. Lifting his gaze from the floor, he crept closer, examining once more from a distance that dull little horn poking through the mess of hair falling over Konig's forehead. "Oooh...I see." And indeed, he did...though the boy's drooping ears were quite the mystery to the little Cyndaquil boy. "Hur' someon'?" he repeated quietly. Thinking back, he recalled the moments when his back had flared at random and that nice lady had been burned...but she never seemed to mind. Maybe Konig's 'Pa' minded more than the lady who gave him good spicy food.
Curiosity perked, Kaen followed behind the boy with the large pink ears, staring at the bag as it came open and produced a small berry. "Cookie? Whazzat?" Regardless of his confusion over the nature of this 'cookie' thing (had the lady given him cookies? He couldn't recall that word coming up...), the idea of something sweet was appealing enough. Sniffing at it experimentally, the Cyndaquil boy popped the little fruit into his mouth.
