[ Arms instinctively crossed over her chest, Cellar freezes a little, watching the stranger while he watches her, then as he proceeds to rescue the egg from the pool. His voice is a little grating at first — or maybe just so far from anything she'd expected that it seems like it should feel that way. ]

Uhm. No, you can keep it if you want? I've had a few already. I mean, I opened them. Watch out, though. Some 've got glitter.

[ And he's dressed like he'd be really bothered by that fact, even though there's water seeping into his clothes. ]

… You probably already knew that.