"Yes, that very one," he replies, still smiling.

"She's - well, she turned out not to be a hunk of solid metallic rock after all," he explains, his hand slowly going to the handle of the wicker basket. "I had initially expected one, but - she's a beautiful girl."

His hand moves again, slowly hovering over the blanket before he finds the courage to pull it aside. "I suspect I feel the same way about her that you did for mu - for my mum."