[running across an ad for a certain bookstore in town reminds her-- she wants stuff. So, on her way down to the shop, she flips her journal open]
For my party, I would like presents.
I like books, decorations for my room, stuffed animals, and flowers.
[shortly after, she arrives at a certain odd bookstore, and peeks into the window. ...Anybody in there?]
((ooc: Her
loss-by-proxy is just about over... I swear))