Playing with the Hooded Child wasn't the quick in and out they thought it would be. Now that they'd entertained the idea once to save Mr. Chopped, and now they wouldn't stop following them around. Granted their presence seemed to ward off other residents, but was a child following them really any better? Finally, they find another one of the convenient rooms to rest in, aka another room with random chairs. The child sits beside them. They're kicking their legs as they sit on the worn couch. Finally, the Hooded Child looks up at them.

Hooded Child: "You friend. Me happy. You understand play." The hooded child cuddles against their side. It was hard to remember such innocence existed in this place. The child points at the dictionary in their bag. "What object?" They seem curious.