"That means so much, Gobo," she whispered, cozying up against him. He didn't need to be affectionate in the same way, and she didn't expect it, either. Everything about him was what made him Gobo, so she wouldn't change a thing.

Mokey stifled a yawn, then smiled. "Maybe tomorrow we can ask the Trash Heap what to do," she murmured, eyelids fluttering for a moment. "She'd be happy to see you, anyway, I think."