Hazel's hand claps itself over her mouth to hide disgusted twist of her mouth she gives when the goblin drags the teddy bear's legs that seem to go on forever out from a box to showcase to her. Her free hand hesitates a fraction of a second before she decides she doesn't care how soft that thing is, nothing is going to make her touch it.

She's about to ask what else the goblin has when a delighted squeal pierces the air.

"Ohmygawd lookit him! Hazel lookit! LOOKIT HE'S GOT DOODLEBOPPERS!"

"....Y-yes, that will do nicely for a toy." Regrets, Hazel has a few.