Private to Zack

[It's Thursday night, and Eliza is returning to their room to sleep. In her arms, she's now carrying a plush frog dressed in a wizard's outfit and cloak. She's hugging it quite tight, as if it might disappear if she lets go.

The room has already been set up with various other things she's received. The photo of her and her extended family is up on the desk, and the rather large dog has found a place on the floor to curl up as well. She blinks a little as she hears the door open.]

Oh, hey, Zack.