All gils were accounted for, and the small pot of honey hadn't smashed so as far as Spencer's shopping for Sephiroth was concerned everything was fine. The small pale mog paused and squinted at Hibi's question. The sharp ache in his paw wasn't going away and with the adrenaline calming down it was getting worse.

"It's for my Hero. Sephiroth. He's-"

There was a light grunt of a pained noise from Spencer next but it was cut-short by a squeak of excitement. Hibi had managed to pick up his specs!

"Oh! Kupo! You found them!"