"Huh," said Summer, thoughtfully, as she picked up the book and flipped through it a little, figuring it probably said more about her than anything else that her first thought was that, man, she could think of some stuffed toys that had probably seen some shit.

This stuffed toy, she could tell from just the little bits gleamed here and there from one page or another, was clearly not one of those.

"Well," she noted, handing the book back, grinning faintly, "it's definitely different. And you are pretty much nothing but a big ball of fluff inside, anyway, so that checks."