Kamala playfully held up the squishy cup, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You mean this?" she teased, the squishy a familiar token by now. "This is a squishy, as if you didn't know. You've given me enough of these by now!" She paused, then added with a grin, "Or are you talking about this?"

She attempted to twirl a cardboard tube like a baton, but it was thicker than expected, slipping from her hands and clattering to the floor. "Uhhh, yeah," she muttered, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Bending down to retrieve the tube, Kamala's confident presentation crumbled, replaced by a sheepish smile. "So, um, last week in Romance class, we had to make gifts. I wanted to give this to you earlier, but it wasn’t quite ready yet… so, yeah. Tah-dah!"