[ They're more confused than anything else. ]

I'm glad they remember your name, but what does the stock room have to do with wishes?

[ The music box lets out a creak and a gasp as the music tinkles to a stop. With two fingers, Rutile very gently twists the key, but no dice. Silence abounds. With a strong scowl on their face, they wonder, ] ... And what is there to stock?

[ They set the music box back on a shelf. ]

I have been back for some weeks, but yes, it does feel like ages. I am grateful for your welcome.