The morning after the Bellparty (Safesun time), Kerron arrives at Isle Esme in response to Elspeth's invitation and starts looking for his uncloid. He comes bearing a little box of danishes.
...And that's it.
Jokers can be weird about goals, but most of them at least have an assortment, even if they tend heavily to the short term and frequently change without notice. Felicity is just void of any intentions not directly related to what he is doing at this exact moment.
...He peers at the sort of void of intention that is the rest of the cloud of poofs surrounding this new mini-mum, and contemplates it.
"Hi," he says, absently petting his poof. ('Keep the stars going' is replaced by 'continue petting fluffy lap occupant'.)
"Hi, mini-mum," says Kerron, finding a place to sit opposite Felicity's chosen sofa. "I'm Kerron. How're you doing?"
"Would you rather I didn't?" asks Kerron. "You're one of my mum only smaller."
"It's just weird," he says. His cloud of poofs expresses no opinion one way or the other. "...Is your mom a girl?"
"About as much as you are, I'm guessing, plus shapeshifting magic. I call her that because it's less confusing on account of I also have a dad who is just my dad."
"Oh. Huh." He contemplates this. And pets his poof. Fluff fluff fluff. "Why'd you come visit, anyway?"
"Princess said you might like it. I can leave if you want," he shrugs. "Or if it looks like you're going to try to set me on fire, she mentioned that was also a valid reason to leave. Brought you some pastries," he adds, holding out the box.
Om nom mmf - "Why would I set you on fire?"
"Search me. Doesn't look to be on your to-do list. It's a pretty short to-do list unless something's fouling up my magic."
"I'd lay money you haven't written it down, but Elspeth said she told you I see goals and intentions and whatnot? You've got a bunch of colorshapes - they look kind of like your pet there, only more colors - and they're moving around pretty sluggishly till there's something you want right in front of you. You wanted to rack up a good chain reaction in your game, you want to pet your critter, you want to eat danishes - Mum has weird colorshapes too but you take the cake."
He thinks about it. He nibbles on a danish. He pets the poof. Nom nom fluff fluff.
"...Do you wanna pet it too?" he asks. "'S fluffy."
The poof goes whmmmmmmmmmm and glows with a pale pink light the same colour as its fur. Felicity smiles.
"Nah," he says, to the second question. "It's just my poof. It's not like there's another one around to confuse it with."
"If I was gonna get one of these I'd probably have a hard time taking just one."
"I wasn't the one who got it," he says. Very misleadingly, but he's not concerned with that. "I don't know if I would've gotten more, though. It'd be harder to carry them all around." He pets his poof. It whmmmms some more.
"I never went in for pets anyway. When I was little I used to ask to get turned into stuff myself."
"Usually blue versions of animals. Blue fox, blue hawk, blue hare, blue snake. Red cat."