[His eyes flick to the thing that the other had been fixing, then back to the other as he approaches. The smile lingers on Noiz' face, and he nods his head, once.]

...I've never had a photo album before.

[And that, in and of itself, is enough to excite him.]

I want to fill it. [And maybe he'll get a little focused on such a task, but... Sometimes Noiz IS like a little kid, so--] With important things.

[And only then will he pause, looking at the other.]

You always look okay. [Said so easily.] What is... that? [What you're working on. He's never seen one.]