"Yeah, it's-" Danny paused, wondering if he should even tell her. Maybe it was better to just let her think he'd picked something up specifically for this whole elaborate deception. But then if he told her and she kept it, it'd be a way for him to finally completely let go. Danny had held on to it, and a little hope, for too long. "I got it for you. When we were together. After maybe a month," he laughed self-consciously. That explained why it wasn't even a style she liked; Danny hadn't even really known her yet, he'd just known he was in love with her. He'd been young and K'un-Lun had been a more traditional society, it had been a foregone conclusion to the love-struck Danny that he would marry this woman some day. "Then I held on to it the years we were together until-" It sounded really sad, so he made himself laugh and just shrugged. "Well, it's been laying around in a drawer somewhere."