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[When Wendy approaches, Ulvida is smelling sweetly of, well, chocolate. Her hair is tied back out of the way in a rare high ponytail, bangs pinned back. She's borrowing one of the café's aprons to keep her clothes protected. But even then, she seems to be impeccably clean, which speaks volumes about how neat of a person she must be.

However, as collected as her appearance is, the look on her eyes say differently. There's a slightly flustered, nervous look to them as she stands straighter than she already usually does, walking up to Wendy with her hands behind her back. When she's standing right in front of her, though....

she pulls out a box, unwrapped but decorative enough to go without, a ribbon tied neatly and prettily around it with a tag attached addressed to Wendy herself.]

For you.