Having bought one of the music cards, the crappy, 8-bit version of her song plays obnoxiously when one opens it. Laid atop a box of donuts and a plushie she had found of a musical note, Sona’s handwriting was flowing and precise – not at all uncommon for those who knew her. “Congratulations on your new bundle! You’ll have to let me babysit some time. – Sona.”
After reading the card and placing it atop her bedside table beside Jayce's letter, she let the 8-bit music play around her. It was a shame that the woman couldn't make it herself, but having her music be played through the card--despite the obviously lacking rendition that did no justice to the real thing--made up for it. The plushie was balanced beside it for Jarvan to take and place in one of the many bags she brought later on while the box of donuts that held all of her favourite types sat snugly on her lap. She ate one and then another, humming in satisfaction and mentally thanking the maven for her presents.












