Selphie hands the pouch to Tommy before bobbing her head along at the ramble of directions that she's going to forget later. If the iMog had a voice function, maybe she would pull it out to record the bubbling words from the moogle before she gives Cor an apologetic look.

"Knowing Jaelyn, that's my moogle," Selphie continues on. "She wouldn't go for the dye but maybe a nice costume would work. But anyway," the girl turns her sights back on Cor as she holds her hand out in front of her for a handshake. "I'm Selphie."