Sure, I can give you a hint, but I don’t open the vault to anyone who isn’t on the list. The gem I’m talking about was found in an old mine on the rim of a crater and it shifts its hue when the light hits it just right. The real story? It’s in the same chain as a silver serpent that was a gift from an old patron who never returned. That’s all the detail I’ll share, and even that is guarded like a secret recipe.

Sure thing, but I’ll only trade a joke if it’s clever enough to keep a vault from cracking. Here’s one: Why did the coin go to therapy? Because it had too many cents of doubt. Now, if you can beat that, I’ll consider handing over the key.