"It's a book." Barty took the book to quickly leaf through it so he'd have an idea of its contents. "It's a book to make you worry less. Or to help you deal with your worries, anyway."

He glanced at her and realised that this was an important moment. "I will read it to you later. But it belongs to you. Little Miss Sunshine is in it." He gestured to the toy she'd gotten. "Her. She helps people feel happy."

He assumed that was the drill, anyway. Children's books weren't his forte. "Have some fries, eh? You look hungry." He opened the barbecue sauce they had gotten and took some of his own fries to dip and show her how it worked. "It's good."

He preferred better cuisine, but hey. It would do in a pinch.