Pansy smiled at Blaise and opened the box carefully. Looking up at him once more, she pulled the objects and gasped. In her hand was a perfect replica of Julia, her owl. "Blaise, this is amazing. It's perfect," she said, holding it gingerly and admiring the craftsmanship.
"I love it. Thank you." She bent forward and kissed him happily. "I'm afraid new sheets for the cabin on Persephone aren't nearly as thoughtful, but they are waiting aboard when we need them."