it didn't really move beyond twitching occasionally and moving around on its limited platform yet, made very few attempts to escape or freak hal out, seemingly making its peace with its captors. "that's correct! it's made out of chitin," eilonwy nodded with a bright smile at the others knowledge, however shallow or small. "people have used them to make jewelry for years. so many shades of eyeshadow and fabric try to imitate their shifting colours, they're very beautiful,"
hearing that she did good work was always welcome, as eilonwy put so much of her time and herself into what she did. it felt worth it, when they praised her. "no problem. i can take this little guy somewhere safe? unless there's something else you're having problems with,"
Yet another example, Hal mused, of the interconnection of history. There were dozens of cases for this. He was not the first to think or report it, though while he was griping about pest control, people were finding inspiration in his little intruder for a variety of uses. People like Eilonwy were taking care of them, preserving them. Preserving history. Maybe this beetles like him had been around since the founding of Greywood.
Still holding the beetle and extending his hands back toward Eilonwy, Hal nodded. "Please do. He can go back to his friends and start outliving me right now." He smiled. "Thank you again for everything. I'll err on the side of caution and call you if something like this comes up." But he couldn't promise he would not freak out if a shoe-sized arachnid scuttled into his apartment. "I'll just run out and call in best expert in town."
