"I'm sure he's proud of you, too. We're happy that you're happy!"

She can't help laughing a little at this - it completely overrides the sweet, loving autopilot she's on and slips right out, but it comes off as pleasant modesty. She handed over the kid and sighed a little with relief - totally not shocked that baby moose was evidently a little oversized for his age.

"Maybe not always, but I suppose it suits. Come on, I bet you're famished."