The spider teapot? I've heard stories - it's like a celebrity, I don't know if I'll cope with meeting it in person, now.

My little friend is-- yes, I'm talking about you. ( Softer, as though she's turned away from the crystal before her voice is clearer again. )

They're a children's toy from my homeland, come to life. We call them pinecone pigs - a pinecone with four sticks glued to it, though it's far more wiggly than you'd expect a pinecone to be. And affectionate, I get a lot of pinecone kisses? Or headbutts.