Grimalkin stops her bath, holding as still as a statue for a moment, blinking Anya Wyrmblood it what seems to be confusion. She suddenly moves again and turns her attention to Perry diCarto . "Oh...." she purrs at him, "manners! Very good, sir. I graciously accept your apology."
She then deigns to answer L'aire . "The cost of course depends on what you want help finding. If, for example, you're looking for a necklace of dewdrops caught in a spider's web or want to know which graduation tassel or fuzzy dice will eliminate traffic then I only require minor tribute. Maybe something to supplement my collection or a mouse or two to play with. If you want to know which book will tell your future that will require a bit more."
As she speaks her tail lazily twitches back and forth. "For you, dear, I could show you a jewelry box that once a season finds something new for its mistress. Perhaps a net of snowflakes for your pretty hair, or a pair earrings of fresh blossoms that never wilted? I was told that once it even made a pendant that glittered with the entire night sky, though I did not see this myself."
Grimalkin's gaze takes in the entire group now. "I have many trinkets, trifles, tokens, and more hidden amongst my treasures. A needle that will make any room a home. A pair of skates from a dead girl's feet. A comb that will make even the most homely girl the damsel of the ball. An old rocking horse that will carry your things so long as you keep it well fed and tended. Or a mirror that captures your guests dreams for you to sip from later. And many more wondrous things. Ask, my darlings. Tell me what you seek and make me an offer."