The Art of Manipulation

Hmm. Well, she certainly wasn't incorrect there; there were always any number of things to do. Including for a creature like himself, even if some of it could easily have been called 'eavesdropping'... even if, indeed, he didn't really have any sort of goals in mind.

"'Science', hmm? Momentum, gravity, resistance... all things magic can defy, in certain senses, though even saying that, you're not incorrect that much of it does share certain similarities with magic, of course," he idly hummed. "I suppose if we're then to think of that, then the flow of water, as you say, doesn't much stop moving. So if serenity is the idea, then perhaps... consistency could also work. Well, not that I'm terribly adept at that either," he suggested with a little chuckle, before glancing up -- relatively speaking, from where he lay -- to Phoebe. Well... there was perhaps one way to clear out his mind, to at least some degree.

To that end, then, he shifted himself back up to his feet before wandering along over to her, only to casually lay himself back with his head rested on her lap, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.

"It's not something I'd normally offer, I can easily admit... but I suppose you're interesting enough, and anything could be worth a try should it prove to benefit me," he suggested in turn, his head even tilted slightly.

Phoebe

So she said, then. Well, but he couldn't deny that he was very much a creature of whim, and selfishness. Much of it was really just as simple as if something benefited him... and well, they had already arranged something of a small exchange of info, had they not? Dragons... one thing to add to his list of things to look out for, alongside a few other interesting tidbits he'd caught during his time in this land.

"These, hmm? Well, I can't say they've otherwise been things of... direct use, outside being objects of caution. And perhaps a little bit more," he chuckled, letting one of those tails curiously raise up a little. And, if nothing else, showing he otherwise had some control over them... though accomplishing any physical strength with them -- much like the rest of him, for the most part -- had always been rather out of the question.

"Then... perhaps a bit of all of the above. Never hurts to just try everything at once and see what happens... well, usually," Revyn smirked. A bit of -- perhaps borrowed, in a certain sense -- peace, a bit of creative use of something that didn't otherwise see much for practicality. A bit of guidance as well, if merely for the tips of his tails being spaced fairly evenly. A bit... less water slowly gathered in, perhaps, but there was only so long he could go, even for such a simple spell, when he was still perfectly new to this.

Though it was decidedly more stable. Not perfectly so, but he could get there.

"Hmm. Perhaps there was no real point trying to use my paws as if they were hands anyway," he mused, idly balancing the small water orb on the end of a tail. "Though nobody can ever say an old keaton can't learn new tricks," he chuckled lightly.

"Now that that's settled, though... I do believe you were likely holding back from doing something you were interested in that may start with a 'p', hmm?" he teasingly smirked. "Shall we say, then... a simple price for telling me more about this 'MRC' of yours? Seeing that there's likely to be a few creatures around here that I'm not familiar with, well... I'd dare say it would benefit me plenty."

Phoebe