[The bear-pig is a garish shade of reddish-orange, staring back at her with the kind of soulless beady eyes that small children often have the urge to chew on for some reason. It's unspeakably ugly, in Waver's opinion, but then so is Rider. He shuffles nervously as he realises the mental comparison may be why he bought it, and he doesn't know if she'll see the similarities too or if she'll just hate it.

As for the books, Waver opted for the classics; a book of fairy tales, something about ponies because little girls love ponies and even dunce Waver understands this, and one of those books designed to teach small children that the monsters living under their beds are harmless and imaginary. He has no doubt that her sympathies will lie with the monsters rather than the protagonists, of course.]

A-anyway, I have to see to dinner, so that should occupy you for a while.