What a pushover. He's nice, if totally the kid to get himself in trouble helping someone else out -- that much is obvious.

"Bag," she points with her foot, just beside her, "left side. It's blue, kind of ratty. He can't sleep without it."

Simple solutions for simple problems. Pigsy's paused his wiggling, at least, his stress interest switching to Hilbert and Hilda's conversation. She shifts him to get a better grip that doesn't kill her arms and scratches between his ears. Good boy.