"We can get you one! Don't panic!" Flan says, and promptly cups her hands tight together, making sure there's no possible way for the tiny lady in them to fall out. Because Flan promptly plummets through the floor and the teeny tiny adorable woman is kept securely in her cupped hands.

She lands on the floor of Sundries and brings her hands up, carefully taking the top off. "Here we are, we can get some from Sundries! I bet they're over there!" And once established on the direction they're walking in (slowly, or as slow as Flan's capable of), she beams down at her. "I'm Flan!"