[WHoa. WHOA. that BAG. She sits up, on her feet and knees, looking surprised and wide eyed at the bag, and then a broom? A broom out of the bag. She did take it when offered, just to look it over more.]

A broom? But we have one of these on deck too! For cleaning. [She learned about that one already. Huh. How weird.] Cleaning helps you fly? And how did you get this in that bag? It's so small...

[You sir, have her full attention. You're pretty fantastic and interesting. Huh? What? Oh... she blinked, then smiled.]

Right, my father. He's king of the seas back home. King Triton. I haven't really met anyone who knows him here though.