No gifty then, Zach noted down, which was a little sad to him. Most of the time he tried to think up things to get him, they weren't the right things. He was horrible at gifts for Ernie. He wasn't usually bad. "Would you wanna see memory?" Zach asked quietly to Ernie's chest in front of him, "I own pensieve..." The last word trailed off, but perhaps seeing it and walking around in it, even if it were only a memory was better than a card.