Link makes a soft noise, of irritated agreement. He accepts that he can't be choosey, that he's going to have to settle for a bag that can't carry around over 900 lizalfos claws. That doesn't mean he has to like it.

"I'll give it back," he promises. And then shoves the notebook inside, along with several previously collected mushrooms. He has a good few already, in fact. And there's another one he spots nearby where the flower had been, that he quickly picks up now.

Won't take long for the bag to fill up completely, at this rate.