Pen wakes up at about four in the afternoon. It takes her a few seconds to remember why she's here, but then she remembers and starts looking for Cindy.
She wraps her wings around him and sighs, rather more happily than she has previously sighed, and then says, "Now what?"
"Mm, now we go home and I get you some things to draw with," he says. "Any other stuff you want? More books?"
And soon she is ensconced in his apartment again, peering around the kitchen.
He goes right back out to acquire things, so she has the run of the place. The kitchen has all the same things in it that it did the last time she looked.
She nibbles on some fruit. She's hungry after all that flying.
And Cindy is back in an hour, carrying a white plastic bag full of things and a large cardboard box.
"Mmmmarkers," he says, pulling the first thing out of the plastic bag and handing it to her. "Colouring books," second. "Books in general." An almost random selection of five that looked like fun. "And a helicopter!"
The helicopter is in a cardboard box of its very own, and it is the last thing in the bag.
He makes short work of the sticker holding the box shut, and then he takes out the little plastic helicopter with its little remote control, and he supplies them both with batteries, and he shows Pen how to make it go.
"This is a toy one," he adds, "but there's bigger ones that people fly around in."
Pen catches the flying helicopter and peers into its windows. "Heeee," she giggles.
"And there's this stuff," he adds, giving the K'nex box on the floor a gentle, indicative kick. "It looked fun."
Pen sets the helicopter down and starts picking at the box. She is not particularly familiar with corrugated cardboard.
And then she investigates the plastic things, and observes the picture on the box, and starts snapping them together, giggling.
Pen sings and builds things and tries to land her helicopter on the things.