She handed it over. She'd want it back, but no better way to look at it than that. "Yes, on April Fool's day, of all days." Once she had it back, though, she'd put it back into her purse where it could remain until needed. Part of her half expected there to be some magical vending machine where you turned a gold coin into a memory down the line.

"It is quite real. I haven't checked to be sure if the gold is, but the coin simply appeared one day. Sometimes things from are like that. Like my cloak. It was simply in my closet one day, and my regular coat was gone."