"I do not believe I've shown you what I make with them." The little stones, moss, and little beetles always manage to find themselves a new home in his hobbies, but he hasn't invited him to see them. Of course that doesn't mean that Rook hasn't seen them, but... what's wrong with having him admit it?

His gaze follows the other as he slides down the tree to a much more familiar and comfortable height. Really, it's almost a shame how much his brother likes him. His pale hair, face freckled from the sun in a way that reminds Jade of the way his own true flesh is speckled with dark teal. Their mother always told them that their bodies held constellations within those clustered marks... and he feels the same about Rook's skin. Though it would be selfish for him to dwell on such thoughts--especially when his brother so clearly has taken a liking to him (when he is having fun, anyway).

But even thinking that he finds himself looking over the other's muscular, scarred shoulders. Hopefully he's quick enough to snap his eyes back to green ones. "That is still hardly a reward for all your work. Unless you would rather I make something for you with them?"