Tink offered the garbage can robot a cautious look when it spoke about her being that exact person. Of course she was! Who else had her name?
"Father Christmas?" Tink inquired, head canting to the side in curiosity. She didn't know much about Christmas besides what Peter had told her. He said that children that were good got presents from a man in a suit. She knew nothing about the origins of the holiday, the meaning behind it, only that you had to be a good boy or girl all year to get something special.
"Oswin?" It was almost as unique as her own name. Instantly the pixie smiled, and she flew in a circle around the robot, coating it in gold dust.