A small smile. "Oh, right...." She digs into a pocket and pulls out a carefully wrapped card, offering it to Tove - a vintage "Leap Year" celebration card, with a small poem inside that contains a bit of dross. "I have a few pieces left from the contest at Fenix, and it seems fitting to trade one for a gift for Fenix's heir. And if it keeps her interested in music, I'll call it well spent. ...is that okay? I don't have much... liquid cash right now."