"I love you too," she replied, passing him a small bag. "Not to sound like a mom, but have a good day."
(Sure.) Poppy swayed on her hands before falling, landing on her back. She groaned and drummed her fingers on the wooden floor before standing up to try again.
Poppy glanced at him from standing on her hands. She grinned and put her feet on the ground, walking over to him. "Hey, Craw," she said cheerfully. "How are..." She paused when she noticed the thing in his arms. "What is that?"
He looked down at the glass bowl in his arms, watching the tiny, golden fish that swam around nervously. "It's Finn."