[There follows the sound of something between a fog horn and a donkey sneezing somewhere indistinctly overheard.

Phantom Girl shimmers back into view with a mischievous chuckle.]

Thanks. I feel a hundred percent better.

...You don't want that handkerchief back, trust me. I took care of it.

So... do you offer any random girl off the street your personal possessions or just the 'buttercups'?