*matter-of-factly* I should think so; I gave her to you. For your birthday last year. *smiles faintly as Marigold jumps up on you, pawing your legs, and thinks again that she was one of his better ideas (someone to love you unconditionally)*
*turns to give Idril a kiss on the cheek* *addressing her* I've got a couple miles to go yet. Are you free for lunch later this week? I do worry.