Mono tried to focus on what he was doing when the merchant was drawn over to listen as well. Being the focal point of several people’s attention so directly was a little unnerving for the kid… But he trusted Rhy, and the merchant had seemed quite intent on writing what he thought might be notes down. So he did his best, then nodded as his friend suggested they move on. “Okay, that’s a good idea.”

He liked the idea of listening to more boxes, anyway. Even if they weren’t matches for the song he knew, it was still fun to listen to them and admire how pretty they were decorated. “There are so many kinds.” He commented as he lifted the lid on a box that was painted blue with a yellow moon and stars dotting it. “The ones at home were kinda mostly metal, and they weren’t painted as bright.” Though he supposed that they might have all faded with age… Most things were quite muted or washed out looking in the pale city.