Powder's further exploration gets a chuckle out of him. Unabashedly curious, he carefully lifts his hand just an inch or two to get a better look. He takes great care to keep them dangling over the safe landing of Ghost's lap while he takes a closer peek at their wings.

"How tenacious! I certainly wouldn't have held on so well at that age - oh!" He unpins the invoice and lets Ghost take it. "Thank you. In the Archives it's the Kingdom for a spare set of hands - unless you're the Madam."

They're lowered again, if only because the other little Voidmoths were in the middle of evaluating his hand as well and he's loath to take it away from them.

Cinna's gesturing gets his attention. And he pauses, digging for the right word.

"Hm. I'm afraid I may be rusty, but I think the word you're looking for is - scarf," he signs, a little hesitantly, and half-apologetically looks to Ghost for confirmation. "That is right, isn't it? Only I can't remember if there's a specific sign for kerchief."

His free hand leaves Pepper a moment and begins fiddling at said kerchief, working it loose. Yes, he'll donate that to the Voidmoths' interests, too. He's rather smitten.