Thinking through recent events, Sam does reach a conclusion the two events are related. Hopefully, the friend isn't sending Elder God themed jewellery for a reason. The problem with having finely trained mystical senses is that when you don't detect something is magical, you don't actually know if it's not magical or you just didn't sense it.

"That's what they tell me, but really, it's all just reading a lot." He holds it up with one hand and pushes his shades up his nose with the other, making sure she doesn't see that distinctly shocking blue of his eye. "Well, uh, like I say it's a chatelaine. You don't hang them from a tree, but from your belt. And then, the little chains, you affix things to them."

He runs a finger down a chain each time he offers an example.

"Thimble, scisorrs, keys, mirror. Traditionally, worn by the lady of the household. They're kind of like a feminine version of... those really big keyrings jailers in fantasy dungeons have. So... that's what it is!"

He hopes that was suitably dorky enough he seems nothing like Y. Now he just has to figure out a way to keep his hands on it long enough to do a proper scan.