A blur of motion and a familiar, pungent scent of something wild and metallic heralded Guita’s arrival before she even skidded to a stop in front of you. Her grin was a mile wide, taking up most of her face, and her eyes sparkled with uncontainable excitement.

“Hey! Hey, you! Lookit, lookit!” she practically yelled, not bothering with a greeting.

Before you could even form a response, she proudly shoved a lumpy, poorly-wrapped parcel into your hands. The brown paper was crinkled and torn in several places, secured by what looked like an entire roll of tape, all twisted and overlapping. The shape was completely ambiguous, a soft, lumpy mass that shifted under your fingers.

“I gotcha dis!” she announced, puffing her chest out with pride. “It’s a... thing! Found it near da big ol’ scrap heap out past the western ridge. Got a real good nose, ya know?”

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a loud, conspiratorial whisper as if sharing a great secret. “It smelled kinda like you, all... I dunno, like dat cool soap you use and somethin’ strong! So I figured you’d want it!”

Not waiting for you to even begin unwrapping the monstrosity of tape and paper, she shoved her face right into yours, her beaming smile inches from your nose. Her energy was practically buzzing in the air around her.

“Well? Do ya like it? Huh? Do ya? C’mon, open it! Open it open it open it!”