The Beautiful Spindlewolf was the first to notice the treat, promptly sniffing it then grabbing it with the finesse of a great lady and eating it slowly, deliberatedly, as if to get all the flavor of it. Once finished she looks for something else a little while on the Mycologist's hand. This not being the case, she shows gratitude by nuzzling that hand gently, turning around him very close to his legs and angling her furred yet too-articulated tail as if to dust the Mycologist while at it, then tip-toeing her way around the house.

The Professor smiled deeply pleased. "Ah, now she'll be loving you more than me. Thank you." They said sincerely while holding his hand, appreciating specially people treating so well the animals, specially their own specialest girl.

"And the view is definitely worth any price, I assure you. There's a moment at night when the Moon-Misers get the most luminous, and the false-constellations so easy to identify... We could get a good look at it."

After a brief thoughtful pause, the Professor asked softly. "Is there something that troubled you in the threshold?"