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The answers that flowed from the child were juvenile, but that didn't make them wrong or unwanted. In fact Kilgitsuk found himself pleased by the exchange! He remembered when his own sons were this small, and for a moment he was warmed by that nostalgia. He wouldn't let his mind drift too far afield through those memories.

Ah! It is not about what I want, but what you want! Or maybe your parents. He settled back, sitting, although that did nothing for his imposing aura (something that Kilgitsuk could not help, especially compared to someone so young). You don't like fish—what about your leader? I could also fetch other things. A trader goes where they must, to help those that need it.

What do you like? He grinned a customer-service smile to the boy.