Kin to the Head Auror. Well, wasn't that just fascinatin'? Loki raised an eyebrow but said nothing at that news beyond, "Aye, there's not many 'round these parts what feel differently 'bout him."
Sitting back, he took a silver coin from his pocket, tumbling it thoughtfully between his fingers as she continued. Something of the sort should be simple enough to procure, depending on details of item and quantity. In fact, he might know of a side venture that could be the second bird to this stone.
"Well, now, sounds to me as if what yer kin is in need of is a supplier better able to fill a custom order with a friends and family discount, as it were. And lucky day, I happen to know just such a gentleman." He smirked impishly. "Would these fun lovin' cousins be workin' through the good agency of their family for such a contract? Or somethin' more direct in the way of personal customer attention?"