"One floatgoat," agrees the floatgoat. "One... more?"

Thoughtful mrrble...

...aaaand it's naptime again.

"Why is it so sleepy?" exclaims Suvi.

"I don't know!" says Deshi. "I'm going to make her a little nest."

"Her?"

"Well, she sounds like a her. If actually she's not I guess I'll switch."

Deshi and Suvi assemble a nest out of a small-miscellany-box lined with bra with a snapped strap that Deshi hasn't thrown away or fixed yet, cups nested in each other and pinned together with safety pins. Deshi tries to verrrrry gently scoop the floatgoat into it.

The floatgoat stirs slightly but resumes snoring once nestled.

Once again, the nap lasts not quite twenty minutes, and then she's up and floating over to... her eggshell...?

She bobs up and down at it in the harvesting motion for a few seconds, then comes away with a triangular eggshell fragment that wasn't there before, which she ferries over to set beside the pebbles.

"More!" she says, tapping it with a tiny hoof.

"More eggshell?" says Suvi.

"More eggshell? More floatgoat."

"- you can make more floatgoats out of eggshells?"

"Make bead out of bead? Make eggshell out of eggshell?"

"You're going to make eggshell bits and then - zhoop them together, like you did with the beads? And that will make a floatgoat?" says Deshi.

"Zhoop!" she says affirmatively, though whether she's agreeing with the sentence because she understood it or repeating the word because it's fun to say is perhaps a little ambiguous.

"Zhoop!" giggles Deshi.

"How do you make things like that? Or float? Or zhoop stuff?" asks Suvi.

"How?" she echoes. "How do things? How float? How zhoop?"

"She's still learning the language," Deshi tells Suvi. "Be patient."

"I guess," sighs Suvi. She points at herself. "I'm Suvi and that's," point, "Deshi! We're humans. We're both humans, our names are Suvi and Deshi, and you're a floatgoat. What's your name?"

"Suvi, human!" she says, attempting to point with a tiny hoof. "Deshi, human!" Attempting, with much less success, to point the tiny hoof at herself: "Floatgoat. Floatgoat name...?"

This question appears to stump her.

"Do you not have a name because you hatched like an hour ago?" asks Deshi.

"Hatched! An hour? How hour?"

"An hour is like three of your naps," says Suvi. "...I guess maybe you don't know how long your naps are. An hour is like twenty or thirty of your being-awake-between-naps."

"Who made your egg?" asks Deshi.

The floatgoat taps her hooves together three times and says "Nap nap nap hour?"

Then, to the other question, she responds, "Who made your egg?"

"Nap nap nap hour," confirms Suvi.

"I didn't come from an egg," says Deshi. "I have a mom and came from her." She finds a picture of her mom on her phone and shows it to Petal.

"Deshi mom? Deshi mom human? Deshi hatched from mom?"

"My mom is human and I was born from her. We say hatched if there's eggshell, and born if there isn't eggshell," says Deshi.

Mrrrrble. Thoughtful bobbing.

Then, "More floatgoat. More eggshell. Nap."

And she returns to the bra nest and sleeps.

"Well, she likes the nest," says Deshi.

"Should we... tell someone," says Suvi. "About the magical creature that is claiming it can make more of itself."

"Tell... who?"

"I dunno."

(Slightly less than) twenty minutes later, up she hups, and she harvests another shell fragment from her eggshell and sets it next to the first.

"Do you want to learn some more words?" says Deshi.

"Words!!!" says the floatgoat with enormous enthusiasm.