Rickon clapped his hands with glee, nearly dropping Wolf and Blanket, but not quite; he had managed, in the way that small boys do, to wedge his treasures between his arm and his body close to the man holding him, so even wet and soggy they did not fall. "Nana!" he shouted happily. Normally Rickon did not like to eat his fruits and vegetables and shouted no when Mother made him eat them, but he was hungry enough that if someone had given him a whole plate of vegetables he would have eaten them up without complaint.