[That reaction is, in Liem's opinion, probably the only appropriate response to being faced with any article of clothing that wriggles. He does not make any move to don the glove, holding it by the tip of one wiggling finger as though reluctant to let too much of it touch him at once. Some of the little vines curl questingly around his fingers, which is very much the worst thing he's endured all day.]

Ah— Does that mean you're not interested in a trade?

[Liem frowns slightly, as though disappointed. Sure, he doesn't have a use for a book full of a child's scribblings, but to get rid of this glove? He'd consider it.

Well… probably not really. That seems like a rude thing to foist on anyone, let alone a fresh arrival. Still, he gives the glove a little shake for emphasis, and to dislodge some of the more curious tendrils.]

I'm quite happy with my present number of fingers, in fact. And it's far too hot these days to be wearing gloves regardless.