"Thank you." He smiled, feeling bouncy and relieved, and somehow more centered than he had before. "You make me feel calmer, just by being around you, so... thank you. I'll remember."
Presto didn't know why this worked so well, but he was glad it did. Somehow, this woman could make his life better, far outside magic. And it made him smile.
"Oh! I have a present for you!"
He reached into his pouch-sized bag of holding, and pulled out an 2' by 2' oak and yew box, an old one, bound by silver and steel, and placed it on the table. Then he opened it, revealing a silk bag with silken ties, and opened them in turn, but did not touch the cards within. The Tarot cards, which were elaborately designed, quivered.
"These are... well, living cards, I think. They're from my dreams, and they don't really like me, but I know you use cards and... well, I wasn't sure if you would like them or not but... surprise?" He'd had an ongoing battle with the cards for some time, until Pete Wisdom had helped him with an idea on how to treat them. Also in the box was a small bottle of card-polishing oil.