Did she? I guess I'm glad that this isn't emotions-based... I think? That'd be way too much butter.

[It does seem to just will into existence if she thinks about it too hard, though. A buttery, thinking Mirabel poofs on the table just as she finishes that sentence... as if to prove a point.]

Ah yeah, it is mine now. I have no idea what I'll do with it, but it is mine now.

[An odd gift for an odd Madrigal.]