Misha had legitimately come into the shop looking for his little brother, although he was pretty sure no one would believe that, his brother included. After what had happened earlier in the week, he couldn't suppose he blamed them, but it was the truth nonetheless.
"I hope you don't greet all of my brother's customers like that," he said, in a friendly tone. He held up a small box, wrapped in plain paper.
"I told Michael I'd pick him up a few things, when I was off island. I've had the box just sitting there and thought I'd bring it over."