Sunny gasps, very excited to have what is clearly a horn that fits on the handlebars of her tricycle, which may or may not be growing bigger with her, it's a little hard to tell because she hasn't measured it with a ruler or any other sort of measurement device. "Oh thanks Crowley!" she says, and excitedly holds it up, pointing directly at Crowley so that he can get a good view of her with it, and squeezes to make it honk, which sounds, to her, like a totally normal horn-honk, and not at all like a Haddington-honk.