Face of a saint. Lips of a sinner
Lily claps her hands in delight as Ianto hands over the jar of starlight, utterly caught up in the sparkles that shine through the glass container. Not entirely sure what she’ll do with it, the entertainer is nevertheless happy to have something decorate her home. She cradles the jar like a precious thing and looks up at the fox with a smile. “You know where I live. Hope to see you soon, Ianto.” Because she knows he'll love the song.