(She tries not to be curious, but it's hard; his gift isn't as small as hers had been. It's especially hard to ignore what appears to be a set of bound leather books. Lucretia stares open as Cain turns them over in his hands, inspecting them; her gaze jumps away as he looks up.)
That's alright. (Dimly, she wonders what would have happened if he hadn't noticed it at all. Would the gift have blossomed and sank to the bottom of the fountain? What a waste of the books that would have been.)
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That's alright. (Dimly, she wonders what would have happened if he hadn't noticed it at all. Would the gift have blossomed and sank to the bottom of the fountain? What a waste of the books that would have been.)
What... did you get? If you don't mind me asking.