[That is less of a logic bomb and more of a logic nuke, so nice one, Dave. She only spends a few more seconds gazing down at her parents, making sure she still remembers the smallest details, before she slowly, reluctantly, forces herself to turn away. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad. Hello, unpleasant topic.]

I... traded it for something. [A beat, and then, because she knows how stupidly vague she's being:] For a poem. Someone told me they'd never read a happy poem before, so I tried to find as many of them as I could! One of them was just really, really expensive.

[Kyrie. But seriously, even though she looks a bit embarrassed by this whole thing, the trade did allow her to give something cheerful to Dextera. Her poor, sad friend...]