"Yeah."

"Thanks for suggesting it. You're great and I love you."

"I love you too."

That is still awesome.

After a little while Emily goes out to the back yard and starts mucking around with metal.

"...wonder what Emily's making."

"Probably your trike. Or a prototype thereof."

"Could be it."

"I wonder if she's working in aluminum or titanium. Probably the former."

"I could probably learn to tell those apart by weird sense but I don't know at this time."

"I could fetch examples!"

"Ooh, maybe I should just look at examples of lots of materials and then I can have an identifying-materials superpower."

"Emily has lots of kinds of metal, conveniently enough."

"Is it conveniently labeled?"

"No, but I know what's what."

"Such that you could describe its location and we don't have to get up or such that we'd need to go have you show me?"

"Maybe the former but I'm not sure."

"Oh well." Reluctant decuddle. "Wouldn't want to embarrassingly confuse chrome and copper or something later."

"I mean, I think it would fail gracefully, I expect it's more likely you'd go 'I can't tell what you mean' rather than thinking you do and being wrong."

"And then I would have to unflop from you anyway to go have things pointed at."

"I wonder if I could carry you."

"Ooh! I don't know, how much can you carry?"

"I'm not sure, I don't usually bench-press weights or anything that would give me a numerical description of how much I can lift. Sit sideways on the couch, I can try to pick you up and if it doesn't work you just fall back on the couch, no harm done?"

Annie sits sideways on the couch.

And Edie...manages to pick her up. But. "I don't think we ought to trust me not to drop you going up stairs like this, more's the pity."