[Alas, nothing is coming to mind, no matter how hard he thinks about it. It's probably the result of thinking too hard about it, and pressure to perform, that's making him blank on it completely. Better stall. Better hope Pokey's not waiting to find out a name now.]

...okay.

[But that answer from Pokey, head-rolling and reluctance and all? That was as good as it could possibly get with his big brother. And that was great.]

Yeah! What's there do to here? Is there a park? An arcade? Fun stuff? I've... I've got all these old toys in my room here, too! They're kinda cool, the planes and the army guys and...

[Even after the unfortunate realities of his less-than-perfect life, Picky is still an 8 year old boy.]