[Her proud smile falls slowly as Alex holds out the envelope and she absorbs his words, though it's not in a bad way; it simply has to make room for the open curiosity that overtakes her as she shifts the gift bag onto her wrist so she can take the envelope in her hand.
Something like that. After all the beautiful gifts she received on Candlenights, it occurs to her immediately: Is this a poem?
But she doesn't ask that, though there's a rather telling look of wonder on her face as she peers back up at Alex and holds up both the gift bag and envelope.] Which one should I open first?
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Something like that. After all the beautiful gifts she received on Candlenights, it occurs to her immediately: Is this a poem?
But she doesn't ask that, though there's a rather telling look of wonder on her face as she peers back up at Alex and holds up both the gift bag and envelope.] Which one should I open first?