Orcelito waits while she gathers her thoughts. His gaze follows her's, curious. Did something happen to make her nervous? He's remained alert while in the foreign empire, but from his encounters thus far, everyone here at the celebration has been quite pleasant.

That response he was not expecting, and he’s speechless for a moment. "Really?" And now he's visibly concerned. While he can’t grasp the idea of a childhood without toys or how that could even be, he does know for certain that if he had any choice in the matter, he wouldn’t want someone’s first toy to be a discouraging experience.

"Of course, I'm sure they'll understand." He nods at the bin. “I'll come with you, if you'd like?” Though, that doesn’t solve the issue of the toys being what they are. He adds, “And if they don’t have anything to your liking, we can keep looking.”