He looks up at her, and says, wide eyed. “I learnt at the farm about the first thanksgiving and sharing gifts, but I didn’t have anything to bring to Turkle Day. I heard that cheese baskets are good gifts but I didn’t have a basket so I used a basketball... only it was all rolly-Polly and now the dogs ate it, and I don’t have any present.” He sniffs, and sniffs again, rubbing a hand across his face.