Astrid rapidly inputs coordinates on Pangaeic Refactoriser right before landing, which calibrates her destination exactly, resulting in a precise landing as she jumps off and resheathes the sword at the last moment.
"...Oh, wait."
She holds her hand out, catching the boxed pudding as it falls.
How about that. . .
For some reason, Neptune can sense an incoming feeling of joy and literal sweetness, despite not even having stepped foot off of her bed yet. Perhaps it's a sign!