[Sholmes grins a little wider. It is definitely frivolous, but he is no stranger to the concept on the whole. The frivolity inherent in his era simply takes a different form than little plastic figures in little plastic capsules. And even then, barely.

Arms still full of them, he steps closer, hefting them towards Anna in an attempt to unload at least half of the haul into her arms, too. He isn't particularly careful about it, and a few will drop and bounce to the ground.]

Yes, but there's some use to be had in even trifling things. Keep the extra ones, use them to decorate your flat. Or they can be steadfast traveling companions in your pockets.

[All of them, except the one they're looking for. Sholmes grabs the top of a capsule with one hand and pops it open.]

Except for a turquoise cat figurine with little glass eyes! That is the one we seek.