Roswell was busy with losing the reins and straps on his camel. When Gustav snorted to old man looked up and.. Smiled.
"Oy! Pancakes, how's it going?"
Gustav joined the bombsrding of questions with a delightful snort. Just like his owner, the camel seemed to like the prince.
He frowned. Roswell carefully stroke his chin as he nodded along with Prize's words.
" oi mean it's not sumething oi'd would pick up, yes. But... If yer recommend it, sure show me what yer got." He was going to regret this later hu?

Roswell eyes the rifling and digging around a wee bit too close and almost stretched his thieving fingers to the purse. Until Prize found what he was looking for.
Warrior cats.
Roswell let out his breath as he carefully took over the book. His touch was light, almost as if he was scared to damaged the cover in any way shape or form.
"Oi give it a go," he said. In a desperate attempt to sound 'not carrying' and 'collected.'

 "Who knows," he added. As he couldn't suppress his growing grin any longer. Welcome in cat hell bro