"Fair enough," Ghede answered, with a nod of his head. "She might want to also steer clear of Asher, in that case. And the puppets."
"Oh yes?" he asked, curious. "How does that work, if you don't mind me asking?" Learning about how other cultures viewed death, and how they thought about the afterlife or reincarnation, was something that was endlessly fascinating to him.
The whirlwind of a little girl seemed to come from nowhere, but Ghede rallied quickly. He loved children, they fell under his protection. "Oh don't worry about it," he answered, gesturing to his pile of branches. "I got more in case I wanted to be here a while."
He gazed back at her with a smile, hands starting to root through the many pockets of his coat. "Swore I had them last time I looked," he muttered. "I swear they like to scatter my things-aha." He finally turned up a pack of gummy snacks and offered them to her. "I've got quite the sweet tooth, but shh, don't tell anyone."