Yes, the fact that the quill met all of his needs was infinitely more important than how it had been made. If it had been something Marek didn't need, the manufacturing of it would have mattered quite a lot more. "I feel like I should name this one," he said. "I've never really named things before, but you naming your sword makes it seem fun."
He wondered if the quill would answer to being called a name. If it was as good as his last one at filtering out conversation, it would be able to distinguish the name from the rest of his notes and wouldn't pepper his notes with it. He was acting on the assumption that this one was as good, because he had no doubt Felixa had been very careful in picking out her gift.
He set the quill down and took her hand instead, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "You can name it, if you like. It'll remind me of you, anyway."