"... I see. Stag turning?" He was going to assume that was some kind of metaphor. Because there weren't any stags about. Possibly in the deep woods around the Mansion, but he hadn't seen any in some time there. "You'll probably have to explicate that statement a little."

He nudged a dish towards the turtle, filled with various candies. "Candy?" Franklin had a bit of a sweet tooth, so he usually kept some around.