[When Snow approaches his station in the tent, he's not really working on any set project, just mostly staring at the pinkness of everything and reluctantly reminiscing. Instead of making him revel in the joy of the holiday, the sparkling mayhem only seems to remind him of someone from home. Elizabeth, to be precise.
Still, he'll look cheerful enough when she approaches.]
Professor Snow. I must thank you for the small gift you left for me. It was very [SPARKLY, OH GOD SO SPARKLY] thoughtful.