[She reaches for his left and pulls it towards her, holding it in her right and tracing with her left forefinger as she narrates.]

So there are three penguins on an ice floe. [She rests briefly at the heel of his hand, before following the crease of his palm to the space between his fingers.] And they really want to get to an island here, but it's too cold to swim. A polar bear offers to take them, but he can only take two at a time, and one of the penguins is afraid to be alone. How do they get to the island?

[Her finger drifts back towards the center of his hand as she looks up to meet his eyes.]