[Lacus accepts the koala with a delighted sound, this time sounding a bit childlike. She pulls the stuffed animal to her chest and cuddles it, regaining her composure.] Thank you, Lockon. [Before he can object, she releases one arm from her prize and places it on his, stepping close and stretching up to give him a soft but lingering kiss on the cheek.]
[She pulls away, but doesn't let go of his arm just yet.] What should we call him? [Because every inanimate object that's going to be cuddled like an infant needs a name!]