Sunny has become very used to not receiving presents from towering, menacing adults. And when she has, they haven't been very nice ones, but the General currently has the advantage of not actively trying to kidnap, kill or politely condescend to Sunny which puts him ahead of the majority of the adults she's dealt with of late. Not very many people seem to know what to do with a baby who certainly looks like a proper baby, but keeps insisting on crawling around, packing firewood and supplies and generally being alarmingly helpful.

Or rather, people have plenty of idea of what to do with an unusual baby, it just seems rather difficult when that baby is studiously tending to a pot of stew before carefully dishing it out and serving it on a tray twice her size. There is a war going on, after all, and you can't just gut a perfectly respectable cook, even if they are younger than some of the stock they're cooking.

Sunny does not have her brother's flare for literacy, so she is so far ignorant of the planet's unfortunate tendency towards infanticide. So she dutifully crawls up to the General's desk and does her very best to stand straight and tall, which is a good trick when you're roughly the size of a sack of flour.

"Gen!" she chirped, which generally meant Hello General, sir, was there something I could do for you?