It's a low rumbling, a considering hum that goes on and on as the Baubledook considers the little creature before it. That isn't the usual kind of thing he likes to take, it's the kind of thing he likes to give, but . . . perhaps just this once, he'll allow it.
One arm jerkily extends, the joint snapping at odd angles once, twice, three times, before a gnarled hand carefully takes the present.]
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It's a low rumbling, a considering hum that goes on and on as the Baubledook considers the little creature before it. That isn't the usual kind of thing he likes to take, it's the kind of thing he likes to give, but . . . perhaps just this once, he'll allow it.
One arm jerkily extends, the joint snapping at odd angles once, twice, three times, before a gnarled hand carefully takes the present.]