[As if listening in on their conversation, Tripod hurries off his perch and towards Rey's feet, circling her legs and eye locked on the end of the toy. A scratchy mew escapes his mouth as his head cocks and turns inquisitively.]
Seems like it.
[Testing this, she wiggles the top a few inches away from Tripod's face. He starts going to town.
[With a muffled laugh, she continues.] Did you make this for him yourself?
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Seems like it.
[Testing this, she wiggles the top a few inches away from Tripod's face. He starts going to town.
[With a muffled laugh, she continues.] Did you make this for him yourself?