That's fair - none of these materials Dustin gathered would be familiar to the Funfronds, he figures, and the whole process is probably quite strange to them regardless. He sets the flask down, watching from the corner of his eye while he reaches back into the satchel for another couple of boons from Eorzea: A sheet of paper, torn into strips, and an eye-dropper, both casually lifted from the Alchemists' Guild.

[Few steps,] the other hand dances, then is forced to pause as Dustin commandeers it to carefully dribble some water onto a strip of paper, just enough to dampen it. [This under...]

He doesn't know the word (or anatomical equivalent) for 'cap,' so Dustin settles for holding the wet paper strip up to his dancing hand, tucked under his thumb.

[...Where spores come out. Sticks. You dance. I store, here.] With an accompanying gesture to the flask. This is not the ideal form of mushroom spore collection Dustin came up with; in a perfect world, he would put a whole damp culture underneath the Funfrond and trap it inside a dome or something while it danced, then wait a few hours for the spores to settle naturally. He doubts he'd get permission for that sort of thing, though. Hoping for enough spores to peel away with the paper will have to do.