>Nod.>"Makes things simpler when I know what I'm lookin' for.">"'After breakfast, 'course."
>Wait for a reaction to see if she now has an idea for some kind of flying whachamacallit.>If none present themselves, finish washing dishes.
>Wait a second.>Did that tool she described sound like the one we acquired from Cloudy's gang back in Braston?
>Still, since we have an engineering expert handy...>Dry off our hands.>"Say, Ishi, you think you could do me a small favor?"
>"'bout a week or so ago, I picked up this weird machine part, but I've no idea what it is, or what it does. Mind having a glance at it? When, you're finished, of course, no rush."
>Well, she's the Kappa.>"Alright, then. Back in a minute or two.">Return to our room, retrieve the whatsis from our pack, and mosey on back to Ishi to appraise our find. Whatever it is.
>Hold up the part for her to see.>"Here it is."
>Not sure we'd want to handle rusty parts in the middle of a meal, but...>Hand it over.
>"In a pile of sutff in A warehouse in Braston. Which had been taken over by a bunch of fairys."
>"An umbrella. But that gizmo was the only thing that I picked up with my dousing skills."
>"Well, that's a kick in the shins. You sure about that?"
>"I didn't even know what the damn thing was, but my senses don't go off for nothing. I thought I'd stumbled onto something... Ultra-rare, or something. Thought I had found three figures worth of something, in exchange for finding a cat for a bunch of fairys."
>Can we determine what that's made out of underneath the rust?
>Mutter, "Probably shoulda done this sooner.">Produce dousing rods.>In anticipation of Ishi's questioning look, "These are MY tools.">Scan the item.
>Ballsack.>"Can you tell what the guts of that thing are made of? My senses don't react for nothing."