[He nods, but feels heavy all over. He's lying to you, a little voice in his head says. He'd never do that, would he? Not unless he's got a mighty big reason. For someone who doesn't have a flesh and bone body, he sure feels like his throat isn't cooperating with him.]

Of course... I can't imagine a kid who wouldn't take a shining to her.

To any of you — who doesn't like a Buzz Lightyear toy?

[His smile falters, despite himself.

And then he sighs, and rubs a hand down his face, which... is probably too clear a sign now that something about this conversation is gonna nosedive soon. With some hesitance, he drops that hand to his side, turning to Buzz more fully.]

... Buzz, look at the bottom of your boot.