Skwisgaar paused in thought, having to actually dredge up that memory, before he huffed a small chuckle and shook his head. "I tooks care of it. And I kepts dat blanket for a vury long time, you knows. How did you dyes de fur on dat, anyways? Huh." He ran his hand down Miniver's back, mostly petting, somewhat scratching lightly. And then in Swedish, he spoke again. "I can thank you now, if you want. I won't argue that you're the worst thing for me, but you've been the single most useful little tool I've ever had in growing up. So what the fuck happened? You're still ten."