Seeing Orpheus-plushie with a feather in his hair made her picture him as a chocobo, and she smacked herself in the forehead. What in the hell. Her imagination needed less sugar.

"Sounds like a good idea. I need some baby cuddling anyway. Ooh, we can go wave her in Jalen's face and watch him melt. Well, he'll act like he's busy and he can't be reduced to a puddle by a little girl, but give him five minutes when he thinks no one's watching."

Amy smirked and tried to push herself up, then began giggling. "Help, I've fallen again and I can't get up!"