That reaction certainly didn't go unnoticed, but Archer had more pressing matters to attend to, such as peering into the egg once he was able to open the lid. If something had potential to be interesting, or at least keep him busy, then the supposed maturity of the act didn't necessarily factor in.

Or, well, if it factored into anything at all, it was among a myriad of other potential calculations going on in his head. One thing among many certainly didn't deserve enough weight to throw everything else out of whack purely based on the appearance of it.

"Oh, I see," he murmured softly once he saw what was inside. Reaching in, he plucked out the string of carvings made out of ivory and held it to the sunlight to inspect the veracity. It was almost enough to be a bracelet of beautiful white beads. Except. "The technical skill is quite nice, but now I do wonder... Who do you think these teeth used to belong to?"