[ Before he'd come to the carnival, Lambert had never seen light capable of cutting through anything. Now? He's seen way more examples of that than he'd ever dreamed possible. ]

A sword made out of light? [ He guesses that's the concept of such a thing, anyway. ] Someone must have had a lot of time to come up with that.

[ While he's curious about the weapon, her words pretty much confirm what he'd expected. It's not the kind of thing to casually touch, any more than he'd probably tolerate someone randomly grabbing at his medallion or his swords -- the only one of them left, anyway. Togepi's snuggliness will pass without comment, though, just because he's not the type to coo over useless baby animals being cute.

Though objectively, he supposes, that's really the only word to describe it. ]

Looks like it's really imprinted on you.