All right then. Zihuan prides himself on being able to read people but Rosinante has been notoriously hard to read all along, and now there's the added stress of literally everything, so he shrugs it off as needing to calibrate his reading ability. Also possibly wine.

"I wonder where they got it," he says honestly. "Between this and the man with his enchanting string instrument, it's quite unusual. The spirits haven't been in the habit of giving us items both enchanted and useful." A sniff. "It's definitely not my birthday, so..."

Hang on, birthday. That reminds him of something. Hmm. Where's his tablet, what's the calendar?