"Oh, my gosh, that's the Moogling?" Autor says, blinking at the sound and the flash of light. "I've never seen it in person. I'm kind of sheltered."

The boy runs his fingertips over the sharp tooth, poking the tip. It's bigger than he thought; he'll probably frame it rather than put it on a chain. He beams at Yugri. "This is perfect. Thank you. Should I get the gil from Captain Maduin now?"