Fate... is it? [ There's something slightly nostalgic about Itsuki's smile for those next few seconds. Well, she can't deny that out of anyone who could have possibly found Potpourri (or who Potpourri could have found, more accurately), she's glad it was someone who could not only accept the existence of a talking plush doll but want to help. ]

If that's the case, then I'm glad fate intervened.

[ She'll shift Potpourri (who is content now that her partner is no longer lost to the unknown) to the crook of an arm and extend her free arm to clasp his hand with a firm, warm grip. Her smile is just as bright as his, and Potpourri nods to herself, satisfied. Fate or not, Taiyou gave off the same warm and welcoming feeling that Itsuki did. She'd known he'd help her. ]

Myoudouin Itsuki. Un... usual circumstances aside, it's nice to meet you, Amemiya-kun.

[ This is perhaps one of the strangest first meetings she's ever had, bar Potpourri. ]