Misty, why are you the best. They haven't made any little paper animals in days, a week even. Their expression lightens considerably, the last of the tension going out of their shoulders, and they pull the paper up to a comfortable distance for folding. Honestly, even if it came from a book, they probably wouldn't care. They haven't really rediscovered the joys of reading yet. (One very boring book about rocks and the network really don't count.)

Misty gets half a grin, and that unlocks: "Thanks."