A box! Preferably weirdly shaped.
We, all three of us, went to a party this after noon. Aglet eventually relaxed and had a good time (once he found the didgeridoo), but he’s had a bumpy evening afterwards. So, we may be a little scarce at further holiday gatherings this year. It’s not that we don’t love you, it’s that for all he’s adapted so very well, he is still new here and this is hard.
Have a picture of our brave little guy cutting rice up into smaller pieces. Or something.