He reaches up to tilt his hat back, his eyes shining a little bit in his amusement at all this strangeness. He pauses when she asks if he wants to come along, and then if he has any food. Even though the staff 'face palms', he shakes his head and reaches into the pouch around his neck.

"I have a little, if you are hungry." He produces a modest rice ball, holding it out to her. "As for..." Just as he's about to say he's on a trip of his own, there's a gentle rattling of the rings from his staff. It's not something he could have produced on his own and he pauses, looking to the staff and going quiet for a moment.

"Very well, if you would have me, I will join you." Why the spirits of the Ancients would have him take this journey he's not certain, but he'll do as they instruct.