Wheeling Gull Isle loneliness is a dealer's sweep

When the Milk Giver rewarded his efforts with her touch, he assumed he’d acted appropriately—apparently those sounds she was making meant for him to go over to her! Pleased with himself and his ability to understand her (or so he thought), Xiaoqing grinned. He continued to swat at her muzzle, even as she nuzzled and prodded at him—until something tickled his nose and the child let out a sneeze.

Right in his poor mother’s face.