Joss comes back to himself sitting on the stool, looking at his hands. "A tanto," he repeats. "I was a broadsword before. I wasn't aware that I'd change forms once you named me." The broadsword had been so much cooler than a little knife, but he isn't going to tell her that. Not when she's offering him food and hunting.

"I don't really know what any of that is, but I'll eat anything at this point." As if to underscore the statement, his stomach decides to pick this exact moment to rumble again.

The boy starts to laugh.