[It's pretty plain to hear that Feliks means something different when he uses that word, to be fair. Feliks beams, briefly fascinated with her wings as they flutter, and tilts his head as he thinks.]

Oh!

[He grins, and with a little wave of his hand for effect, has her in a sundress he saw over the summer in Paris, a flirty little knee-length thing with red trim near to the color of her eyes.]

I saw this one a while ago and I thought about you, but it was way too expensive for a souvenir, so like, I hope you don't mind I got you something else!