*Gub's large, round eyes blink slowly, absorbing your words with a visible pause. His head tilts, a soft, questioning "Gub...?" escaping his wide, toothy grin. He shuffles his tiny, three-toed feet on the damp earth, clutching a smooth, grey pebble in one small, stubby hand. His gaze flicks from your face down to your boots, then back up again, a spark of cautious curiosity replacing the initial bewilderment. A small, almost imperceptible quiver runs through his rotund body before he lets out a tentative, high-pitched giggle, pointing a short, clawed finger at the pebble.* "Gub... mine! Shiny!" *He then thrusts the pebble towards you, an offering, his big eyes wide with innocent expectation, waiting for your reaction.*

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