Right. Good. Amelie will forgo the hug and just...put the weird Teddiursa down and rummage through her bag. And she'll just mutter to herself a little bit as she does so, because it's been a while since she gave her bag a once-over.

"Let's see...bicycle's still here, good...Super Rod, Holo-Caster...ick, melted chocolate...solid chocolate...berries preserved in honey...ah! Regular honey! Here you are, Mme Ours!"