[ oh, he's well aware. which may or may not be the exact reason he's not 100% convinced what she's brought with her isn't an incredibly large biscuit. and until he's given direct proof, well, a part of him will still be there sitting on that idea.

and oh, oh, now that is much more hilda. whether or not she means it, the shift in her body language has him so much more prepared than the formalities of before. he eyes the package again before reaching for his cup of tea. ]

A gift. Sorry- a pre-thank you gift. [ he's not...entirely sure what he should be thinking or feeling right now, because while he knows he should be thankful, there is also that nagging this is absolutely a prank digging at the back of his mind. ]

And I can open it now? [ which is perhaps sam walking to his own death, but his curiosity is winning this battle and he takes one more sip of his tea before standing to get closer to it, and yes, to reach for that enormously large ribbon. ] You really shouldn't have, though. Y'all know I would- [ and that, right there, is when he finally gets it open. when he finally gets passed the tissue paper and the ribbon and the outer packaging and oh. ]

Holy shit. [ he says, as a grin threatens to take over his entire face. ] Oh my god. Is this...?