I remembered somewhere in the 10th hour of travel that of course I didn't bring said souvenir with me. Oops. Well it all got a little fraught at the end so it's a miracle I remembered what I did. Anywho, I'll have to mail you one when I get back to NYC. Whenever that might be.
Nothing precious, plain to see, don't make a fuss over me. Not loud, not soft, but somewhere inbetween. Say sorry, just let it be the word you mean.