"I'd ask Adam but he'd wear those awful trainers or say something embarrasing and well...he can make a speech instead or something. Plus you'd probably get the fatherly glaring down properly," Coraline said, nudging his waist. "I know what you're doing, I want to go to the Rec Room first and then outside and I'll let you graze. Do you think they have any brushes I can use to brush you down?"