The Fool always had an elegant air about him that no other could match, except perhaps China Sorrows, but Valdis loathed that woman, so the similarities stopped there.

"Not too busy I hope," she replied, surprise flitting through her eyes at the sight of the small gift. "But...I don't really understand what that is."

Or why he had brought it here, to her, while she was on patrol. It made no sense whatsoever.