That's. Admittedly, Geralt is not prepared for Kay to crush the plate into an entirely new object. (Is that how she creates in this place? He looks over at her cow creature, mildly alarmed at the thought that she may have crushed something into the beast as she's done to his plate.)

He looks back at her, then down at the...video tape. Geralt takes it with the sort of hesitance typical of a man who doesn't know what it is he's holding.

"Hm." He peers at it. The material is lightweight, not unlike half the items here. It's not a material he recognizes: hard and flimsy, but not brittle. As though it may be prone to bending or splintering rather than shattering. And while he often doesn't create in the Horizon beyond what's necessary, he reaches past her to pick up what was not there on the table a second ago: a plain white crystal that fits in the palm of his hand.

He offers it to her. "I'm sure you'll find use for it."