[ Switching the device to "video", she assumes he means the trickster statue. She takes it into hand and inspects it, a most disinterested look on her face. ]

This one is unimportant. Foreboding. Would you want a trickster such as this upon your mantle? No. Better to burn. [ She gives the statue a mournful look, before lighting the statue aflame with her magic. Burning, the wood begins to char. ] As is his nature. [ She tosses the statue into the flames of the already burning fire, causing the reds and yellows to rise, licking at the stones of the top of the hearth. ]

You see? [ She picks back up her partially carved piece of wood and her father's dagger and continues to carve out the statue's face. ]