I admitted he's horrible, didn't I? Just don't kick him, I don't know if I could repair him on my own if something happened to him.

[She shrugs a little, continuing to lead the way. Ultros, never one to take direction when he could be committing crimes instead, divides his time neatly between following Summer and wandering over close to Ezar, almost as though he's doing it deliberately.]

What toys do you favor, then? If not mammets.