[Luca's brows lift in interest. He wasn't sure if Clive was so sentimental, but now he's entertaining a vision of a wall littered with trinkets and baubles. He imagines it's something between a raven's nest and a child's wall of drawings. Before he realizes it, a smile has formed on his lips. Cute.]

A cuff feels like it may make a mockery of your bond. I would hate to encroach on something shared between siblings. [Who just makes an ear cuff for a guy, smh.] I am inclined to worry for the same reasons when it comes to a bracelet but...

[He glances down at his own wrist, thumbing over it before looking up once more.]

He started it, after all. [It's a jumping off point, at least.] Do you know how he picked the stone, then? If possible, I'd like to apply the same criteria to his gift.