Ghostface noticeably perks up at the sound of the rattling candies, the connection to the word snacks—Talin rolls his eyes, visibly suppressing an indulgent smile as the griffon makes a cooing, excited noise and takes a step toward the girl.

"Well, now he won't leave you alone until he gets one," Talin says, the fondness of his tone belying the exasperation in his body language. He approaches their new friend first and Ghostface follows, eyes bright and laser-focused on the bag in her hand. The griffon keeps clicking his beak, like he'd be salivating and licking his chops if he were just a little more cat than bird.

"Introductions first, boy. It's polite."

Ghostface huffs, but sits on his haunches, tearing his eyes away from the bag of candies to blink intently at the girl holding them. Talin waits to make sure Ghostface's attention is properly diverted from the candies, and proceeds once he's sure Ghostface is paying attention.

"This is Ghostface. Ghostface, say hello."

The griffon coos something that could almost, sort of, if you're being generous, sound like "hello". He and Talin both look at the girl expectantly.