In the cold of the ice walls that surrounded the two minions inside, Bob kept warm by snuggling next to Kevin. It had been two weeks since Kevin had welcomed Bob to live with him, in fact he almost 'adopted' him as his own son in a way. Kevin had seen it done with so many other people he had worked with do it. When the Pharoah's wife had pulled that baby out of the river and called him apart of the family, Kevin had decided to do the same with Bob.
Except he didn't pull Bob from a basket in a river, but he did find Bob helpless and confused on what to do in the icecave. Now Kevin was busy making a little something for him. Not much but something. He used left over cloth from the jackets just inside out, and sewn little buttons he found left over from their days serving the rich and powerful. A little pink strip from the Bonaparte army jackets he wore before they, or as in Stuart and Dave, blew Napoleon Bonaparte apart. Stuffing it with the softest fluff from the fur of animals they had to get for warmth and food. Using his little makeshift needle from a bone, he stitched it up. It was complete, he had made a little bear for his little Bob.
"Bob." He whispered as he felt the little bundle shift in the blanket they shared. "I have a little something for you." He held the bear out and the little one's eyes lit up and grabbed it and squeezed it.
"Thank you." Bob hugged it and then hugged Kevin in gratitude. Kevin loved to be held by him.
"What will you name him?" Kevin asked as he let go of Bob.
"... Tim." He thought for a second then said.