He shows his teeth again, a sliver of a grin. Guess or not, he likes the answer.

"If it tries hard enough, sure. It's a kind of bird. Magpies collect shiny and colorful things and bring them back to their nests."

He lifts his arm entirely out of the water, pausing for a moment to rest on the rim of the tub, propped on his elbows.

"Though I've heard of myna birds, who also gather up little shiny things... And have a habit of repeating what other people say." Pleasantly, he adds, "Sounds a lot like you."