A soft nod.

"I--"

Whatever cup of sap Allura was about to pour out is cut off as her vision flicks up for a second and... stays there.

"Is... that a plant on a string...?"

Or a camouflaged Pokémon somehow got in the house...? But sure enough, there is a small plant affixed to the ceiling with a bit of string. A sprig of some kind, with thin, oval-shaped leaves, and small white berries. A sprig that might look very familiar to Keith, depending on how many oak trees he's seen in the winter.