She socializes.

Amy took a few, long drags with the bottle she was given when she was plopped onto the carpet for playtime.

It was a big bottle with a rubber nipple, filled with a warm formula full of all the essentials. Shouldn't say she liked it all that much, but she was thirsty and it held all the essentials.

Back in Candyland, she would literally wake up curled against mommy's breast, and it was all she ever needed. But this wasn't Candyland.

She was halfway through the bottle before she had enough and left it on the carpet, knowing that one of their caretakers would find it by the time playtime ended.

Bored, Amy decided to join some of the other students in whatever they were up to.

While her level of regression was low enough to where she could walk on her feet if she really wanted to, even if the bulk of her diaper made it more of a toddle then a strut, she still preferred to crawl on all fours.

It just felt right.