[ Anabel doesn't address it, though she can feel those rusty cogs turning in his mind. ]

Yes. I've not always found myself plagued with thoughts of my past, but they creep in at times. What I don't know, what I may never know. But the past I can recall has what matters in it. [ You. ] I am able to fully see things from another perspective now, though I'm not sure that was the intent of it.

[ She's grateful for the feelings that have come to fruition, for the life they've been able to lead together. It might not have happened back home, let alone in the same way. To be able to wake up and watch the sunrise and then share breakfast with him and their pokemon is something she never knew she needed. ]

"Here"? [ She suspects it's perhaps a doughnut. A gift is entirely unexpected, even if it was just little things he'd won or had been given to him. She unfolds the brown paper and pulls it wide open to look down at it. From what she can tell it's a bit of this and that; prizes or perhaps little toys he'd found from the gift areas. She dips her hand in, lifts each thing halfway out until she hits the plush -- which she pulls out entirely. ] ...for me?

[ Like she's confused that he thought of her. ]