“hmm, I’m not the best with names, y’know.” The hand that isn’t holding her cane and the goat’s leash moves to fondly ruffle her grandson’s hair. “How would you like to name her, Honou?”
Honou thinks for a moment, fingers held behind his chin with a thoughtful look on his face, simultaneously petting the goat. The goat stubbornly shifts from his grasp, enabling him to think of her name.
