She grinned as she set the plant aside with the others, "You think that's cool, watch this." She chirped, squeaking the way one would to get a cat's attention, the sound returned from under the table, followed shortly there after by a sound not unlike a gecko's feet sticking and unsticking from the table leg. A tendril that looked more like a thick ivy vine than it did the bean sprout, though leaf-less, stretched up over the edge of the table like a periscope, swaying from side to side before sliding out across the table itself, followed by a volleyball sized lump of what was apparently moss.

It looked like a much larger version of a Marimo moss ball, if someone had managed to breed one with shorter 'fur' and three vine-like tendrils, though those quickly retracted into the mass once it was up on the table itself, rolling back and forth briefly and bubbling in what was apparently contentment, sounding just a little bit like oatmeal simmering, "Meet Bob." She tapped it lightly, "Say hello, Bob." One of those tendrils re-emerged, seemingly cautious, but the whole mass shifted towards Klaus slightly, as if extending that vine for a handshake.