Hushed Willows I got you first

Leftovers? She probed at the pile with her nose, suddenly hungry and wondering if he'd brought her something edible; but it smelled dusty, not fresh. As he explained she nodded, understanding it was bare of any meat, which meant it was a toy or something for Tambourine. A grin split her face in the dark. He'll love it. It'll put his little mouth to good use, instead of talking her ear off when they both needed naps, or trying so hard to catch his peen with his own mouth — she alluded to that with a side-glance at Stark. A little implication to her words.

When Stark brought out the other thing, her squint turned wide-eyed and she advanced upon the patch of hide. Carefully she poked at it with her toes, pet at it really, and with a look of utter surprise-tinged-awe, turned her attention wholly upon the dark man. Stark, this is -- you didn't have to, but it's perfect. Thank you.