[ Her face brightens up with pride when he declares it soft, as if she had sewed the thing itself. It really is very soft... she gives it another squish while it's still in her hands, and then holds it to him a little more insistently. ]
No. Why don't you keep this, and give it a name? You're good at names! You gave me one of mine!
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No. Why don't you keep this, and give it a name? You're good at names! You gave me one of mine!