[ A project to whittle away the hours, she says, with more care and attention put into it than any gift Magilou has received before. It's sort of incredible. She's never been one for many earthly attachments, drifting by without a place to call her own. In Chroma, she has a house to go to at the end of the day and possessions that are in her name. She can't say she's gotten used to it, but there's a certain comfort in a new routine.

And, well. Seeing the exploits of someone else's crew is interesting. Memories might not be tangible, but they mean a lot more than anyone can put into words. With every proud stroke of Saber's pen, Magilou can tell exactly how much she cared for them. ]

Every little bit of gossip is a new present to open up, so it's just fine by me! [ Saber didn't really have to get her anything, so even the thought is so much. She flips through the pages again, meandering her way around the lovelorn escapades of Sir Tristan. It might seem as though she's flitting through each one, but her eyes move across each page quickly, expression soft. ] Quite the prime material you've got here. Which story in here was the most fun to pen? I'm fond of these tragic tales of love, myself.