Hanging on the beachhead (Luna)

Takeba smiled a little as Dag gently plucked the wooden cat from her fingers. She had a couple people inspect her work like Dag did, turning it over in his hands. She could imagine his coarseness - the trait jotted down in her mind after stroking his hand - rubbing down the detailed fur. She only smiled a fake one, her signature response.

"I present my gratitude for your positive compliment, Dag. As to my practice time, whittling is put in in any given moment of time no errand or chore is to be done with. I tend to my hobby in times of inactivity or mere whimsical desire." The girl lowered the fake cheer a little. "I thank you once more for the compliment."

Takeba spoke out, out of curiosity, "Do you, Dag, attend to an interest or beloved hobby? I am a bit curious as to the sort of interest you are into."