I was leaving work one night, just at twilight, following my usual path down the street to my lot. But at the insistence of the talking pedestrian lights ("Walk light is on across Cedar! Cedar!") I crossed where I don't normally cross and saw a little antique store I don't normally see....
"I won't keep you now," I told her, "but tomorrow I will come back and buy that sweet little butterfly pin."
"Which one do you mean?" she asked, smiling. I pointed it out; she promptly reached out for it and put it into my hand.
"I want you to have it as a present," she said. "It's yours."
Yren likes it very much. Here she is with it in her hair; I think it would look pretty higher up on her head, but I don't want to pierce her wig cap with the pin, so she wears it a little lower. Now that I have this picture up, I'm going to print it to show to the storekeeper.