"Well," she says reasonably, unfazed by the rude question, "maybe I do. It's not a big deal to do every year, I promise." Retreating to her bedroom, she comes out with a flat box wrapped in paper, handing it to him with a grin.

Inside is an ornament intended to be hung on the wall; a spire of metal shaped like the helices found in Amaurot, with fourteen colored beads carefully shaped to look like tiny versions of the Convocation's crystals hanging from it. Azem and Emet-Selch dangle from the top together, their gems slightly bigger than the others.

"I always noticed you're rather spartan about your living space," she explains with a shrug. "Not that you have to go all out or anything, but perhaps when you find your own place, you can put that in the window. It catches the light nicely, I think."