“... Here.” >She hands over a boxy package, it’s shape notably long and thin. It was wrapped in pink and white floral paper and topped off with a paper star. Within was a simple black umbrella, capped with silver on either end, with the handle bearing the stylized head of a bird.
“Hm…? Ah, Miss Jikiru, you should not have.”
A surprised smirk on his face, he bows his head in gratitude and takes the package from her hands, observing the gift’s odd shape and brightly-colored wrapping. A delicate pull upon the star, and the layer of paper is removed, Crowe’s smile widening as he beholds the item within.
“My. You have me at a disadvantage.”
Grasping the umbrella by its folded canopy, he raises it up to chest level, a faint gleam within his eyes as he studies the silver bird’s-head and glossy black material. Aesthetically pleasing but not gaudy, stylish yet practical, and definitely to his taste. He is rather embarrassed to have nothing to give her in return.
“Thank you kindly, Christina. This is a wonderful gift.”
