DM: “you come across a lake filled with beautiful, colorful shining stone-”
halfling: “I TAKE A STONE”
elf: “what? what if it’s cursed or some shit? you’re gonna get us all killed for this shiny rock”
halfling: “I DON’T CARE IT’S PRETTY I WANT IT”
long story short: turns out they were basically walkie-talkies and ended us helping us for half the game. always impulse-grab shiny things