So the very kind woman gave Riley a yellow one.
Riley and that balloon were inseparable (literally!) every waking moment of the next 36 hours.
Until it popped.
Since then, Riley's been mourning her loss. All day, she'd look at her empty palm, or point up to the balloon-less sky, and sadly ask, "Bloon?"
Who knew the death of a balloon could be so heartbreaking? (For all of us!?)