Oh, thank frick. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't necessarily be against the idea of carrying around a... a lucky foot, but all the things you mentioned seem a great deal more practical. And less prone to rotting and smelling gross.

[ She totally would have carried around a gross rotting animal paw if that's what he'd had in mind. Totally. Sentiment is a hell of a drug. ]

But, um... Thanks. It's something to look forward to once we're out! Which always helps.