"They seem like good kids." She said, smiling again, "And hey, the good old-fashioned old-world smiting might come in handy when he's older."
Bob knew he was adorable and trilled, leaning up into the pat, "He's smart too, don't know what they were thinking, giving me something I can use as a weapon, probably weren't, they don't seem to do a lot of that, really."
There was another small smile, shaking her head, "And the plant thing isn't so great sometimes, like when I get emotional? Or hurt? They all respond, I had a good day, a really good day, and walked through a park a couple weeks ago, and the whole place burst into bloom."