"Sure it's still a useful skill." Pan smiled, "Most books have been used for fuel, and there has to be someone who can remember such beautiful poetry so its not lost forever." He was sure he'd read some book in the past, about people having memorized whole novels and such, because all of the books were gone or banned or something like that.
Pan grinned, "All right, let's see what you have to trade me. I'll throw in one of the skirts at no charge, and because you're the princess of poetry, this crown." He grabbed the headband, that he'd weaved moments ago, from the table and leaned forward to place it on her head.