Oh, they like that. With a happy little huff they scurry downwards, fingers just barely visible as they grip the shelves. The pretzel is taken, sniffed once, and then is . . . eaten, presumably? It's difficult to see what's happening, but the pretzel disappears within four bits, so.

The chirp again, the sound decidedly more pleased, before staring pointedly at Noct. Are they thinking? Hmmm . . .

After a few minutes, they grab Noct's hand and lead him to the desk, where they have a few pieces of paper. They seem to be drawing . . . oh, no, it's writing!