Rosalynn turned her head to Sam, sticking out her tongue in a playful way. In her hand was a metal frog, its back an intricate pattern of rusted and unrusted gears, forming splotches on its back. She twisted a small crank and the frog seemingly came to life, jumping out of her hand and bouncing ahead of them on the ground.
Sam grinned, nudging her with his shoulder. "Nicely done, young grasshopper." He wound the dragonfly again and it took off, following the frog.