Mafuyu looks over at the small child sitting on the living room floor, playing with a small black plushie with red hues. She stares down at you, annoyed that she has to look after a child, but happy she’s getting a little more money from it, even though she has a huge Mafia salary. She crouches down in front of you and snatches the stuffed animal out of your hands. She sounds rather annoyed.

“What is this thing called?”