While Denzil was busy eating — and slowly getting fatter, hah — Richie was keeping an eye on the bags. He figured when Denzil was done, he could hand the little sheep to Eunice. He let the child relax a little and tell his adventure at the shopping mall, and how there were so many people and so many things all in one place.
"And then we went up moving stairs. Richie said they're escalators," Denzil explained as he made his fingers go up an imaginary staircase.
Eunice listened to his tale with curious eyes, but also looking a little disappointed that she'd missed the whole thing. "Sounds great," she replied, although a little passively.
Denzil blinked at her reaction, which wasn't what he'd expected from her. "What's wrong?" he asked, interrupting the story momentarily to make sure she was okay.
"Oh, nothing." She fiddled with her hands and looked away, a little embarrassed. "I guess I wish I could've gone, too." She felt a little selfish for saying that, considering Denzil had had a good time. But for more than a week now, she'd been stuck in bed because of the stitches, and she was barely allowed to get up or move out of bed.
At that, Denzil got up from the bed. "It's okay. I got you something," he told her as he made his way towards Richie, whom was ready and picked the bag that had the sheep in it. Eunice watched curiously at the bag Denzil had picked up, a little taken aback at the mention of him having gotten her something. Once he was back at her bed, Denzil got up on the bed and suddenly, he got timid and started fiddling a little with the bag. "It was Richie's idea, but I picked it for... for you," Denzil explained as he looked away timidly, his eyes going that way and that. He raised the bag and handed it over to Eunice without looking up at her.
Curious, Eunice took the bag gently from Denzil's hands and started opening it up, wondering just what could be inside it. Soon enough, she found the little stuffed sheep inside and picked it out of the bag. "Oh!" The same way Denzil had observed it, Eunice did roughly the same as she looked at the sheep from every possible angle before hugging it. "It's all soft!"
"It's... it's a sheep," Denzil piped up timidly, glancing up at her. "Do you like it?" He had never given her anything. Whenever they had something, it was because she had brought it back from the main house. Since it was brand new, and since he had gotten the chance to choose the stuffed toy himself, he was nervous that maybe she wouldn't like it.
When he asked if she liked it, Eunice grabbed Denzil from the side and forced him into a hug, with the sheep still in her arms. "I love it!" she answered in an excited and high-pitched voice. "Thank you!"
"Denzil got one of his own," Richie said as he got closer to the two kids with Denzil's octopus in hands. "And it can become a hat." And without warning, he dropped the octopus on Eunice's head and pulled the same joke he'd done with Denzil on the girl. The officer got the same reaction as he had with the boy, as the girl giggled and laughed at the octopus sitting on her head.
"And then we went up moving stairs. Richie said they're escalators," Denzil explained as he made his fingers go up an imaginary staircase.
Eunice listened to his tale with curious eyes, but also looking a little disappointed that she'd missed the whole thing. "Sounds great," she replied, although a little passively.
Denzil blinked at her reaction, which wasn't what he'd expected from her. "What's wrong?" he asked, interrupting the story momentarily to make sure she was okay.
"Oh, nothing." She fiddled with her hands and looked away, a little embarrassed. "I guess I wish I could've gone, too." She felt a little selfish for saying that, considering Denzil had had a good time. But for more than a week now, she'd been stuck in bed because of the stitches, and she was barely allowed to get up or move out of bed.
At that, Denzil got up from the bed. "It's okay. I got you something," he told her as he made his way towards Richie, whom was ready and picked the bag that had the sheep in it. Eunice watched curiously at the bag Denzil had picked up, a little taken aback at the mention of him having gotten her something. Once he was back at her bed, Denzil got up on the bed and suddenly, he got timid and started fiddling a little with the bag. "It was Richie's idea, but I picked it for... for you," Denzil explained as he looked away timidly, his eyes going that way and that. He raised the bag and handed it over to Eunice without looking up at her.
Curious, Eunice took the bag gently from Denzil's hands and started opening it up, wondering just what could be inside it. Soon enough, she found the little stuffed sheep inside and picked it out of the bag. "Oh!" The same way Denzil had observed it, Eunice did roughly the same as she looked at the sheep from every possible angle before hugging it. "It's all soft!"
"It's... it's a sheep," Denzil piped up timidly, glancing up at her. "Do you like it?" He had never given her anything. Whenever they had something, it was because she had brought it back from the main house. Since it was brand new, and since he had gotten the chance to choose the stuffed toy himself, he was nervous that maybe she wouldn't like it.
When he asked if she liked it, Eunice grabbed Denzil from the side and forced him into a hug, with the sheep still in her arms. "I love it!" she answered in an excited and high-pitched voice. "Thank you!"
"Denzil got one of his own," Richie said as he got closer to the two kids with Denzil's octopus in hands. "And it can become a hat." And without warning, he dropped the octopus on Eunice's head and pulled the same joke he'd done with Denzil on the girl. The officer got the same reaction as he had with the boy, as the girl giggled and laughed at the octopus sitting on her head.