Normaler than her, at least. But she keeps that to herself, shrugs. "Maybe you are slipping. You don't seem all that strange to me." She turns and places two glasses down in front of him. They aren't wine glasses, but she doesn't really have those so normal ones will have to do.

"I'm always in the mood for presents. And you did bring it all this way." And it's heavy, and she's becoming increasingly curious now. Why had he brought her anything at all? "What have you been up to tonight?"