Emma rummaged through the gift basket, if only to see what sort of goodies were in it. She wasn't all that hungry (she'd eaten her fill when she got out of the hospital). She came across the crosswords and smiled, nodding, "Thanks." She shrugged, idly flipping through the little book, "I haven't worked on it much. Every time I open my laptop I can't focus. It's like all the inspiration I had before has gone completely out the window and I can't get it back." She shook her head and gave him a reassuring smile, "That's not necessary. And it's not your fault, so stop feeling that way." Which she wholeheartedly believed.