"..." Cheerilee doesn't move. Instead, she sits in her seat as still as can be, her eyes trained on the ticket. Her pupils widen and begin to sparkle, a tiny, involuntary squee leaving her mouth all the while. Eventually, she reaches out to poke the ticket. It does, in fact, react to her touch. Seeing this, she reaches out again, this time picking the ticket up. Sure enough, the ticket is real. "Anon... I..."