At the suggestion of taking a couple tin soldiers, Marco sat up, eyes wide, as if Oliver had offered him a large sum of money. "I can take some soldiers?" he asked, only concealing his excitement for a moment longer, before he hopped up and trotted to the dresser. It wasn't like the soldiers did anything cool, they had just become a constant for Marco while he was there. He'd moved them around quite a bit at first, and then after a while just a little, just to see how Oliver would rearrange them when he returned to the room. He liked the idea of having part of Oliver's room in his own.
He carefully chose two soldiers, returning to Oliver with one in each hand. "These two?" he asked. "What are their names?"