Newt
"Look at it! It has spines!"
Vincent hums, and while you're fairly certain he has little interest in the small amphibian you've fished out of the stream, he still politely leans down to look more closely.
"A defensive measure," he says with the air of an educated guess, and you can't help grinning as he plays into your hands.
"That's right, but that's not all! The spines are venomous, anyone who steps on it is going to get a nasty surprise too!"
The subtle curve in his lips says he's enjoying your excitement, giving a tilt of his head. "I was not aware of that. It must be quite a difficult meal for the predators around here."
"For sure! And for extra good measure it even has some really sharp - ACK!"
Teeth, which latch onto the meat of your palm and startle you into giving the little beast a toss; the newt sails through the air majestically, landing back in the water with a small splash. Both of you stare quietly for a moment before you can't help a laugh, cradling your bleeding hand to your chest while talking to the burbling water. "Sheesh! I was just about to put you back little guy, no need to buy an express ticket!"
A low huff leaves Vincent before he shifts in front of you, a hand extended with Cure already gathering on his gloved fingers. You place your hand in his with a sigh as the magic does its job.
"Thanks, Vincent."
"Perhaps you should pay more attention to the creatures you pick up," he suggests mildly, and you take on a sheepish look at his implied scolding.
"Maaaybe, yeah. But it was a pretty cool newt, right?"
"Hm."
