Mal thanked Ampoule, oblivious to the shift in the crowd around them until she verbally nudged him to follow.

He blinked stupidly for a moment as his brain sloshed through a berry-fueled haze. Huh? It clicked, then and he moved to follow.

The general commotion washed over him next. Lyra bullying past, snarling and snapping at Wisp, who was…trying to pry up the floorboards? Other people too, looking on, attention pulled by the dramatic focus on the floor.

On the —

Mal squinted at the flash of blue as he trotted over and squeezed himself between Ampoule and another. Whoa. What th' hell is that?

Whatever it was, Wisp seemed almost determinedly frantic to remove it.

Well. Good enough for Mal.

Not overly worried about stepping on paws, Mal slipped closer and grasped the edge of the board in his teeth, doing his best to lift it higher so Wisp could ferret out the treasure.

Geh ih, 'Isk! (Get it, Wisp!) He mumbled around a mouthful of wood.