Phoenix Maplewood daddy

He flashed her a luminous grin, and went to snap up the katydid, but then stopped short. "No, you should have it," he said, pushing it through the dirt toward her forepaws. "You're a. . .guest. Right?" He'd heard the word before, and knew it to be associated with good things. Shouldn't guests get good things? "Besides, you're pretty and I like you," Timmy added, blinking shyly at her.

It didn't take him long to decide the next order of business, once Alya had determined whether or not to eat the bug. "Wrestling!" he hollered, and lunged at her in a flurry of black-brown, determined to bowl her over (despite their comical size difference).