[The nug regards Hector's hand dourly from his impromptu cave. He remembers being told to expect this particular giant and that it wouldn't try to eat him, but instinct still warns him to be cautious around anything that big.

Finally he stretches out to lip at Hector's fingers experimentally. Maybe...food?]

I've not, [Myr says, smiling the wider for how instantly Hector's fallen for the nug. Called it??] I'd asked him for his own but, ah. He's from a farm, and they're taken from their dams too early to get names.

[He'd eaten farmed nug back home and thinking about this is upsetting in light of that. But!! They saved this one!]

"Schmooples" is traditional, [no it isn't it's just what the Nightingale called hers, which...is as good as a tradition as far as Myr and his intense hero-worship are concerned,] but I'd thought you might like to name him, if he suits.

((ooc: bonus nug whistling and party opinions.))