Well. She can hardly come up with any sort of objection after hearing that, can she. Her gaze drops to the floor, feeling embarrassed again, this time for questioning him. He's attentive to details, has been in previous times they've crossed paths, for better or worse. It would be unlike him to mix up a gift like that, and to question him further would be to question his opinion of her- something that is not her place to decide. She'd determined that at the wedding already, when they fought; if he thought less of her, that was his choice. If he thinks highly enough of her that gifting her fancy jewelry is fitting, that's his choice too.]
Okay... sorry. And- thank you, again. They really are beautiful.
[She still doesn't have much to offer in return, and her gift feels extra paltry now, but it isn't her fault that he raised the stakes so high to begin with, so all she can do is clear her throat and offer the tin out to him.]
I also wanted to bring these for you. I wasn't sure what was to your taste, so I hope you like them.
[Inside the tin is a collection of little chocolate truffles, in a mixture of chocolate types, all bite-sized and easy to eat neatly (for the refined sort who values their appearance and are unlikely to want sticky fingers). A few have delicate chocolate-drip designs that follow a motif he'll find familiar- swords, shields, singular wings.]
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Well. She can hardly come up with any sort of objection after hearing that, can she. Her gaze drops to the floor, feeling embarrassed again, this time for questioning him. He's attentive to details, has been in previous times they've crossed paths, for better or worse. It would be unlike him to mix up a gift like that, and to question him further would be to question his opinion of her- something that is not her place to decide. She'd determined that at the wedding already, when they fought; if he thought less of her, that was his choice. If he thinks highly enough of her that gifting her fancy jewelry is fitting, that's his choice too.]
Okay... sorry. And- thank you, again. They really are beautiful.
[She still doesn't have much to offer in return, and her gift feels extra paltry now, but it isn't her fault that he raised the stakes so high to begin with, so all she can do is clear her throat and offer the tin out to him.]
I also wanted to bring these for you. I wasn't sure what was to your taste, so I hope you like them.
[Inside the tin is a collection of little chocolate truffles, in a mixture of chocolate types, all bite-sized and easy to eat neatly (for the refined sort who values their appearance and are unlikely to want sticky fingers). A few have delicate chocolate-drip designs that follow a motif he'll find familiar- swords, shields, singular wings.]