As was his habit, Conan carefully memorizes the scent of the tobacco smoke. Any thing that distinctive might be something useful to know for the future.

And a detective's greatest skill was observation.

He glances around what was visible of the shop, quickly picking out details of the goods on display, before finally turning his gaze on Yuuko. He makes an inquisitive sound.

"Can you really call it a pet, if it is just a rock with eyes glued on it?"