"I guess if it's charmed with Amortentia or something..." Fiona shudders at the thought of someone giving her a gift that takes away her freedom of thought. That would be even worse than being trapped in others' memories.

"Um, Lydia, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Fiona says as Lydia licks her finger. "Those things must have been on the floor a while." She shrugs. "That is, if germs from this weird parallel universe even transfer to the real world."

"Let's give it a try." Fiona tugs the elf's hat off its head.