"Call me Dad," Dad said easily, and touched the brim of His hat with one hand. "Pleased to meetacha, li'l lady. Met my friend Ghast here in an old pub and figured he could use a bit of company. Just came over from the carnival to make some deliveries. Been takin' good care of him, Missy?"

The last was said to Valkyrie, kindly but with an amused twinkle in His eyes--as if the twinkle was pointedly remembering how badly Valkyrie Did Not Need a teddy-bear. Without waiting for a response He kept talking with that easy rambling drawl, not of someone who just liked to hear themselves talk, but could somehow make the air sound and feel better just by adding their voice to it. "Better keep a hold of 'im or he might up and right out of your lap. Hang a tick."

So saying, He shrugged His backpack around and reached inside the front pocket, pulling out a name-tag, a short length of cord and a pen with a bouncy purple feather on a spring attached to the end. Squinting just a little, He scribbled something on the tag and then handed it down to Valkyrie. "Mind putting that collar on 'im? Eyes and hands ain't what they used to be."

The tag read: 'My name is Kian'.