Karen gave a smile when the boy came running, and she watched as the kid grabbed onto his father's leg. "This must be Clover," she said with a chuckle, releasing the man's arm and stepping back a mite to let the boy have a minute. She shifted her basket to the other arm. "What a handsome fellow you are," she declared honestly. She knelt then and reached into her basket. "Do ye like apples? I have a nice ripe one with yer name on it." She pulled said apple out and offered it to the boy. "Thank ye for calling me pretty."