[Miu watches him with that careful, eagle-eyes gaze as if she’s trying to peel back the layers of his response—or his very soul—with each word. In the end she gives a soft hum of acknowledgement and understanding before looking away.]

Being perfect and polished and poised, because a single crack isn’t acceptable. Something like that? [Her tone is dry, disinterested, but she feels like she knows a little something about that. She clasps her hands behind her back, careful with her gift, and nods.]

Sure, I guess. I don’t plan on staying too long, but... [But tea is nice. She holds her gift out.]

And this is for you.

[Whenever he decides to open it he’ll find a chocolate bunny roughly able to fit in his palm (well in Miu’s palm, so likely it’s a bit smaller than his own). It’s clearly not professionally made and the features crude, but it’s recognizably a rabbit.]

It’s a holiday today. Though I’m pretty sure they didn’t have it in your world. Or time period, at least.