"Watcha doing, honey?" asked Galumph genially as he came in the door and discovered his wife sitting amongst a small ocean of arms, legs and polyfill.
"Not much", replied Jorth. "Just... stuffing around!" She then collapsed into peals of hysterical laughter.
"My word!", thought Galumph with a not a little concern. "This wife of mine needs to stop making these dolls and get out of the house, pronto - she's clearly going insane!"