"No, O keeper of my paycheck," the pooka says, "It's a gift , and if you want to light it for yourself or others, the candlepolice gave a permit." She smiles, then says "Look, my memory is as fluffy as a persian Cat's pretty but there were three guys.. uhm the butcher, the baker, and the waxyilluminatorprovider...and they're big deals on the racing set. Well, uhm, before ms grabby hands could snag ALL THE THINGS I uhm took a third, kiind of random and," She admits "I wanted to thank you for my non pinkslipedness.I figured it's...magic? So if you sell it on Flea bay you'd know it's value, if you use it for fun, boom badda that's cool. Invite Apache Chief or some other friend and light em up, or keep it in storage. It's..well, I wanted to bring you a dead thing and leave it at your door step but that's not me."