I would like that, she agrees, leaning into the hug while it's there. She reaches for the alphabet book again, the pauses. There was...other stuff?

(Well, in that case, a not-so-quick hug.)

Mmhmm. She brings up the box. Let's see. Peanut butter, almond butter, ...ooh, some of those really good rolls, you'll want to eat those first before they go too stale... a wallet, and there'll be some credits in there... I'm not actually sure what this is, she says of a wooden frame studded with pegs.

New foods continue to appeal and intrigue her, while the idea of the wallet and the credits makes her want to hide (just a little, because it still feels like far too much).

The wooden frame is definitely intriguing, especially when Pradnakt says she doesn't know what it is. She turns to Daisy, hoping Daisy will be able to shed some light. She licks her lips. "What...is, it?" she asks, tilting her head.

"It's a hand loom," she identifies it in Basic. "You can make cloth with it."

Oh, that's neat. She fishes an instruction manual out of the bottom of the box and sets it aside. And it explains all this thread. She sets that aside, too.

Oh, that sounds useful - and interesting. "Thank you," she says to Daisy, smiling.

She looks back to Pradnakt and the packages. Is there anything else left?

Yup. We thought you might want your own section of garden, so Daisy picked up some seeds for you. She sets out the seed packets: beans, and a couple kinds of melons, and some herbs, each with a picture on the packet. And you can take seeds from the main garden, too, we have plenty. There's stuff in the wagons to make trellises and things, you can help with that, and figuring out how to arrange everything.

Oh. That would be. She picks up one of the packets and stares at the picture on it. I- That's- (too much). She breathes carefully. Thank you. She settles on again.

Squeeze. You don't have to if you don't want to. Seeds stay good for a few years, we can grow these whenever.

She relaxes slightly at that. (She hadn't wanted to seem ungrateful.) I- she wants to say thank you again, but feels like it might almost be for the wrong reason. Not right now, she admits instead.

Yeah, that's fine. We might try some of them ourselves, if you don't mind, we've been talking on and off for a couple years about trying a melon trellis. But you don't have to worry about that right now, we can wait.

Anyway, that's about it, all that's left are toys for the quail. She sets those on the table too: a small stuffed animal still several times his size, a trio of brightly-colored plastic balls, and a wicker sphere with paper shreds woven through it.

She reaches for the small stuffed animal, picking it up and just holding it for a moment. For him to...play with? The concept seems alien to her, but she seems pleased that he'll be able to.

Mmhmm. He'd get bored if he didn't have anything to do - animals aren't much different from people, that way. When he's bigger you can let him run around with the chickens and he can find things to do on his own, but for now it's better if he's inside where we can keep an eye on him, so toys are important.

She nods, thoughtful, and half wistful. Do we...put them in the cage or...wait? (She has no idea.)

That's up to you. He's probably going to sleep for at least a few hours, and maybe all night; he might want something to play with when he wakes up, or he might be scared if there's something new and strange in his cage, what do you think is more likely?

Having something new near you when you wake up is scary, she decides. I don't want him bored, but I don't want to scare him like that.

Nod. (Hug.) You could put the toys near the cage, so he can get used to them, that seems like a good compromise.

(Hug!) And a bright smile at that suggestion. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

And Rhoda will take a moment to do exactly that, seeming very focused on things being arranged just right to be present, but not scary or intimidating. (She's not entirely sure how well she succeeds with that effort.)

Looks good to me, but I'm not really an expert there either. I'll notice if he gets upset about it, though, and let you know.

Another smile. Thank you.

She pauses, and looks at the clothes. Should I- she asks, gesturing at them.

Mmhmm, go ahead.

"They're going to be a bit big; I didn't want you to outgrow them too soon. If any of them are too big to be comfortable, though, set them aside and we'll fix them."

She nods, gathers up the clothes, and hurries into Pradnakt's room to try them on.

She's immediately aware that they're softer than she's used to, and trails her fingers over them for a moment before actually changing into them. She tries them all on quickly, is satisfied that they are not too loose, and then settles on one of the pairs of black pants and the shirt that is, as close as she can tell, the steel blue that Daisy had said would look nice on her. She folds the rest and heads back into the main room.

"They're good, thank you," she says, both aloud and silently.

"Good."

You look nice, Daisy did a good job. And she signs as much to the droid.