"A keepsake?" This was... not something Zephyr knew how to make sense of. He set his tea down, scratched his head. "I mean, I guess, but I can't see why you'd want a keepsake of Horrible Dream Night." He sure hadn't made difference enough to warrant anything, really. "But sure, if it makes you feel better, whatever."

A pause, hesitating, then he felt compelled to add: "I really don't need to be famous, though."