Strange talks as he goes to the apple crate turned bookshelf and fishes the book he wrote out of the stack. "Anything with shells on it is from Atlantis. I spent a few afternoons there working as a street magician, of all things, and earned enough coin to buy a few trinkets."

At least in his tone, Strange finds something inherently funny about the concept of him being a street magician, though he isn't sharing precisely what he finds hilarious with Rita. As he returns to the table, he sets the book down to pick up the gem with his other hand.

"This, though...it's becoming my most prized possession here." Carefully, Strange sets the gem on the table. It balances point down and then a moving image of a dark haired woman walking through a house, furniture covered in sheets. His memory is fallible so only snippets of phrases can be heard" This is a house fit for a magician she says, before the memory moves back to a silent image.

"That's Arabella," Strange gently responds, paying full attention to the image and absolutely no attention to Rita. "She's my wife."