"No, but she has least favorites. You know I have a least favorite. --Oh, this one's my favorite," he says, pulling one out of himself. It's. Impeccable, like a little miniature Erik, but carved as if out of wood. His cheeks are angled, his hair is big chunks, and his fingers blocky.

Then he places it on the table, and places a ball where the hand is.

The ball actually spins.