She absorbs this new information eagerly as always. If there's one thing that makes her happy besides ice cream, it's learning new things. She's burning to pester Jill with more questions--what's a piano? She's imagining a ring full of actual metal keys, which is a bit far from reality.

She digs in her pocket, and pulls one out--golden, about the length of her palm, the teeth in the shape of a crown, the top a filigreed heart.

"Like this?"