Kirby's hand instinctively moved over his pendant.
Kirby: O-Oh. T-thank you..
He glanced at the weapons dealer briefly.
Young Mother: What was that, sweetie?
Little Girl: The machineyes! Near the bell! Are they done?
Young Mother: Oh, that's right.. That inventor girl Teyla should be done by now.. Oh, but.. Wouldn't you like some more ice cream?
Little Girl: Ice cream! Yay!