Still on the lookout for any stray boxes, just in case she might find something familiar or someone else might be looking for something, Amy is pulling one from a nearby bush when Lumine speaks, and she gets back to her feet to peer into the box.

With a frown, she shakes her head a little. "Nope, not mine." Then, looking at the box in her own hands, she removes the lid to look inside, before sighing, slightly disappointed. "Neither is this one." Turning to Lumine, she holds up the box. "How about you?"