"Sweet Mother, sweet Mother,
Send your child unto me,
For the sins of the unworthy must be baptized in blood and fear."
You walk up to NIGHT MOTHER, eyeing them as they quickly tuck something behind their back. They wag their tail innocently.
NIGHT MOTHER offers you a gift, bragging about how precious and rare it is. You don't believe a single word, but a gift is a gift and it's always nice to receive one.