The new voice clearly surprises him, a little jolt lifting his shoulders and jostling the aforementioned mushroom, but after a surprised glance back, Dr. Coldwood settles, offering a sheepish grin for his brief shock. He finally parses what she's said, though, and with raised brows of interest, he moves to sit further upright.

"A Myconid! No, I don't believe I'm familiar with the term - though it certainly does sound possible," he remarks, thoughtful. He lifts a finger to his little friend, who climbs upon his hand, allowing itself to be offered up to view more closely. (Apparently, it's used to this; the Morelull doesn't even flinch.) "I'm not certain of her species, but I've taken to calling them mycenafauna. Though this one, I've taken to calling Chanterelle. She's quite friendly, if you'd like a closer look!"

"Mrrmrrlull," Chanterelle sing-songs, in apparent agreement.