I have given her a few little things, mainly things I have made and a little rubber stretchy man because the one that I played with once from her stash of toys was old and I nearly pulled his head off when I stretched it. She has always accepted them kindly, just the last time asking ng what it was like for me to give her things. It is like I am giving her a piece of me, especially when they are made by me. I find it hard to share myself and so this is just one way of doing it, of practising doing it. She has given me a stone, with crystal inside (I cant remember the name) that she found when she was on holiday once. I take it with me when I go out to new events, when I meet new people, when life is harder than I would like it.