"What kind of gifts?" she finds herself wondering. Her daemon, after all, still floats around as a ghostly fragment of her 'imagination'...but would such a thing count? Could empathy count? Julien was probably 'super magic', so how would he fare?

The gold dust that comes from her hair trails a bit while they go, and she ponders what to ask. "....If someone is hungry, how come they would have to realize it's food? ...Food has smells, right?"