Monocle You don't feel any different. Except maybe a little silly for even thinking about wearing a monocle, who the heck does that? Although there is a sort of aftertaste of needing to prove yourself...
Painting You feel proud, despite being completely out of your depth. Someone might be looking for this.
Flowers You're terrified. Or is this just how it feels being deeply in love? Maybe both. It might be difficult not to cry for a moment. But it's kind of lame to just give yourself a bouquet, sure you paid for it but are you just going to keep it for yourself?
Journal It's all hand written, and the writers the pieces are attributed to have some odd names. DMX? Tupac? Are these poems? Are we going to debate the validity of rap as poetry? No we're not, they're poems and you're going to appreciate them and the work put into getting this journal together. Well, maybe you won't that's your choice, but someone certainly would.
Violin A name was written on the back in black marker, but it's been scratched out. Even though this is clearly a high quality, expensive instrument. It's hard to shake the feeling of annoyance that comes with it. ...Well it was scratched out. Now Vergil is written above that again.

You still have 500 red orbs. The journal, flowers, and violin are already in the house, but so is anything else important, nothing left seems to call to you.

Unless you want some wizard robes?? That's a different sort of call right.