[ Nostalgia weaved its way through Toothiana in surprisingly personal ways. While she of course thought of the times spent with all the Guardians, she also found herself reflecting on her parents and her life before Guardianship herself. Before she can get too lost walking down memory lane, one of her fairies alerts her to a new arrival she would definitely be interested in. ]

It's about blooming time you showed up, Frost, [ comes a likely familiar condescending Australian-accented voice. It is Bunnymund, but not the one he knows. Not the true Guardian of Hope. For one, he's a lot smaller than usual. For another, the digital sheen to his eyes signify this is a daemon but whose-? ]

Jack! [ the woman chirps, bridging the distance between them in a blur. She's a splash of color and, well, a literal splash as well. There's no concern for personal space (he should be used to this by now, possibly) or how damp her feathers are as she throws her arms around him in a twirling, dizzying hug. ] Oh, Jack, you made it here alright! I'm so relieved. Wait- [ The woman pulls back just a fraction to give him quick once over. ] You are alright, aren't you? Did you go through North's globe too? I know things looked a little bleak there for a moment, so I wasn't sure but- I was hoping you'd gotten through too!

[ She, uh. She hasn't slowed down much since he's seen her last, at least. ]