Theodore had been thinking about talking to Tracey about the future; since coming here, they'd been talking about the past. He didn't mind that, though. It was relevant, because their pasts shaped their futures, the people they were now and the people they wanted to be.
"Those sound nicer than the porcelain dolls," he said with a little smile. "Button eyes don't really stare at you." He let his mind wander back, to his own childhood. "I had all sorts of odd toys. Well, some normal things, I suppose," he said. "I had a lot of animal figurines, and some stuffed ones. They're still in here somewhere, probably." He smiled. "But odd things, too. My uncle - Zach's father - traveled everywhere, and my mother went with him sometimes, when she wasn't ill. They always brought back gifts from wherever they'd been. I never named any of them, though," he finished thoughtfully, wondering at the fact that it had never crossed his young mind to do so.