(( Sherlock-Martinson Quarters, Deck 7, USS Valkyrie-A ))
She did a lap around the space with Esme, looking around for things that might safely distract a baby. She paused by a mirror and leaned closer, pointing at their reflections.
T’Ama: Who’s that baby?
Esme cooed and reached for the reflection.
T’Ama: Is it you?
Esme: ::looking back at T'Ama:: Tuh-ah-ah.
She looked down at the baby and considered her.
T’Ama: That’s me, T’Ama.
Eyes wide and vacant, the baby showed no indication she understood what she said, but she turned and reached, threatening to tip out of T’Ama’s arms entirely such that she was obligated to catch the child so she wouldn’t fall.
T’Ama: What is it?
She followed where Esme was reaching for the blocks. Setting the baby on the floor, T’Ama also sat, cross-legged.
T’Ama: Ah, the wooden cubes with letters on them. I’m told that is a very traditional human children’s toy.
Esme: response
She held out her hand, waiting for Esme to clumsily place the block into it.
T’Ama: Essssssss.
She exaggerated the hissing sound so Esme could see how she made the sound with her mouth.
Esme: response
T’Ama dug through the other blocks, turning them over to find the letters on each side and eventually spelling out T-A-M-A and presenting it to Esme.
T’Ama: ::slowly:: Tuh-ah-mah.
Esme: response