[ It's a little unusual, but Reynir accepts quickly the idea that these animals would be intelligent enough to communicate and pick their own names. The rules work differently in this place - he knows it well enough, as seen the way that the lines between human and not-human are more blurred in different sorts of ways. ]

Oh! Of course.

[ And he extends his index finger for the rat to shake, giving a nod when she does so, and saying to her (just in case she can understand): ]

I'm Reynir. It's a pleasure to meet you, uh- Spoon? Spoon. [ The writing is quite small, but he makes it out with a little squinting. He looks up after, smiling at Everett: ]

Nice to meet you, as well.

[ Reynir quickly goes back to looking at the rat, a small smile on his face. There's no questioning the delight he's getting out of looking at them; he'd been fond enough of animals already before he became a Faun, and that's only increased now. ]

I think a spoon's a pretty smart choice for a favorite item.