"Good," he says, nodding firmly.

“First, though, hon — do you want to try out that new power of yours?”

"Sure."

He thinks about it—recaptures that feeling of turning from yourself into also yourself—and then he's human, and grinning at her.

She grins and applauds very sincerely.

“Did you find this one in the dream, hon?”

"Yeah. It's good. Cuddly."

“Cuddly? Did you check with your dream girl?”

Earnest nodding.

Aww.

“Well, it’s a good one. Did you want to put some clothes on it?”

Shrug. "I don't know things about clothes. I could try them."

“Let’s get you a robe, for now...”

She approaches a cupboard at the back of the room and leans down.

“Smooth or fluffy?”

He gives this question due consideration.

"Fluffy," he decides.

She produces an absurdly fluffy bathrobe from the cabinet and hands it off to him.

He figures out how to put the correct parts of the robe on the correct parts of himself, and then wraps himself up in it cozily and beams.

"Soft!!!!"

“Isn’t it?”

She pets his shoulder.

He hugs her, impulsively.

"Soft."

!

She laughs and hugs him back. She’s very soft, too.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest...”

"You're so huggable!" he exclaims.

“Made for it, honey.”

She ruffles his hair.

“Hugs are new for you?”

He nods, leaning cozily against her and hugging her some more. So many kinds of soft.

“Well, you’re in the right place for those.”

 Pet pet.

“Do you want a little help with making adjustments, or with getting dressed up...or we could start looking for your dreamer now.”

"Dreamer!" he says immediately.

“You got it, honey.”

She lets him go.

“You could tell me about her and I could go ask myself, or you could come with me.”

"—I—come with."

Possibly just because he has no idea how to describe her.

“All right.”

She starts towards the stage.

“Vision can be a little shy, but I’m sure you’ll get along.”

He follows.