[Bush smiles at that-- has lapsed from his seriousness back into a man willing to be friends more than he is willing to be offended, in the past weeks-- and watches the little creature bloom its different colours and then, having eaten, settle in for a nap, making itself look every inch a disinterested rock. It's pretty splendid, to him, there's no denying it.]
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It'll be the first penguin for both of us then.