The Repairman turned around to see a rather small (not Tiny™) Toon smiling at him. He just had to smile in return.
“Oh, hi there!”
He would have been happy to take the cookies, but he was still holding up some planks that needed to be nailed to the Wall. At least he could still talk; one of the advantages of not having a mouth was that you could hold nails where it was supposed to be and still carry a conversation.
“Sure, just gimme a minute to get this set up!”
The inkblot started hammering away, but seemed to slow down for a moment.
“Actually, I don’t think we’ve met…What’s your name?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 