"I've heard the name, though my sister is really the one with a mind for stories and such. Besides, why read a story when if I wait long enough, it is, I would guess, coming to life here before me then?"

Though it does mean he has a small clue of the story, not that he's willing to admit that.

"Well, if you're going to call off the flock then..." Closing the distance between them, moving to settle himself where he can see her, nodding at her admission.

"I wondered about the safety of some of the things they've offered..." And how much trouble he can cause with them. "I've heard of some nearly setting themselves on fire, or others innocently walking by. Which by others I mean me, because someone nearly did. I know a bit about your life being your studies and work. How I was raised, though I've worked a bit on changing that."

He offers his hand then. "Jacob, by the way. You are?"