"No, they don't, they're much nicer." Tracey grew quiet, listening as Theodore talked about his childhood, a fond smile crossing her lips. She really liked this, sharing stories with him, and Tracey found herself leaning into him slightly, just for the comfort of the contact. "That sounds like it was brilliant, though, having gifts from all over the place like that? Did you keep them?" Okay so maybe just a small part of her might have briefly thought that toys like that were something they could give to their kids someday. Maybe. Briefly. "You really didn't name them, though?" She laughed softly, resting her chin on his shoulder briefly. "Tam and I named everything when we were little. Actually we sort of... had our own language."