Hotaru hadn't expected them to bring her anything and she couldn't help but stare at the items as Michiru placed them on the table. At the sight of the Pocky, she recalled how her father used to buy it for her when she was younger and she still saw it in stores on occasion. The other items though weren't quite as familiar to her, but then again she'd regressed quite a few of her memories or her father after his death and the majority of the foster families she'd been in over the last six years had been Americans. When her father was alive, she'd attended regular public school and had learned Englsih, so placing her in English speaking foster families had been the logical way to go. "Thank you."