"Nimue, we've already had the discussion about pulling on earrings. You can't expect people to want to hold you if you're not nice, and that means no hitting and no pulling on things attached to them." Luna tapped Nimue on the nose, earning another giggle and probably no greater understanding than in their previous discussions.
"She really likes shiny things, sorry. I have to be careful with mine," she said to Faelan, gesturing at her own earrings. The seashells glimmered and slowly ebbed from one color to another, but were small and held tightly against her earlobes. "Their chairs are in the kitchen, right through here, if you don't remember. Fortunately, they know that the high chairs mean food, and they like food, so they don't fight going in." She led the way to the high chairs and demonstrated by slipping Gawain into his, after which he began happily banging his palms on the tray. "Now tell Faelan 'thank you' for carting you around, Nimue."
"Ffffae!" Nimue replied, extending the slobber-laden "f" sound and grinning.