This butterfly told me a story about the time she had taken her wings off to visit the blue rooms. After taking care of business she had not been able to find them anywhere. She went down to a bar (or something like that) to have a drink and sing the blues about it with the bartender. As soon as he figured out what her problem was, he pulled them out from under the bar. Some other client had left them with him for some reason. She was very happy to be showing them off again.