Without much concern about appearing nosy, Fia leans forward and tries to peer inside her bag as she opens it, eyes lighting up when he sees what she has for him.

Jewellery and pretty, sequinned things were always popular choices, but food Fia held in very high regard indeed. Every time, he was pleasantly surprised by what he was given, and this would likely prove to be no different. Apples he knew well already, but the other two items have him almost theatrically enraptured. So much so that for a good minute or so he doesn't reply to her question.

Instead, while he inspects the packaging of the crackers, the hand holding the apple reaches up and deposits it between two of the smaller branches of his antlers. That'd do just fine for later; these wrappered treats were far more interesting right now. Said wrappers do confuse him for a second, but in the time between heartbeats, he's disappeared from in front of Dillie, and reappeared atop the trunk of a fallen tree several feet behind her, as if a quick sit down will help him work out how to get to the food item inside.

"An' how do people like you, specifically, measure time?" Ah, got it - ripping into the packet of crackers with his teeth, Fia glances over only once, but offers a playful smirk alongside his reply. "D'you prefer clocks? Or sun dials, perhaps?"

He knows exactly what she means; for once it's meant lightheartedly, but that's no reason he can't have a little fun.