He wished she hadn't come during morning. He was much more personable around noon, when he'd had some coffee and time to get his head straight. He took the gifts with a smile and set the cup down. "Thank you. I don't have anything in return. I just lose track. Sorry." He hadn't gotten anyone anything really. He was sure it annoyed many.
But he gave a smile to the book and ran his fingers down it's spine, and wished he had his brother to share the cigars with. But he was sure Atlas would oblidge too. "Thank you. Very much."