[ He closes the door behind her once she's outside that range before following her further inside. ]

Thanks! It feels . . . [ A dramatic pause before he declares, quite cheerfully: ] Like it's not my birthday at all! It's weird what with times being different between here and home an' all.

[ That, and he didn't get to celebrate Bookman's birthday on the fifth, so it just feels weird. A disturbance of yearly rituals, one of the precious few constants in his life. More than anything it feels like his time has stopped now that he's returned to Exsilium.

But that's not something to dwell on right now. His attention goes to the box in her lap and he crouches in front of her to study it with curious interest. ]

Ohh, what is it?