Kevin snorted in disbelief, but didn't comment, just crunched the soda can in his gloved hand. He wasn't really sure how to act around Cessily -- he had to be more cautious around her than around Rogue, he knew that, because Rogue understood that his attitude and his testiness and the way he was mean to her sometimes wasn't really personal, and he didn't think Cess had caught onto that yet.
He glanced at the ground, scuffing at the dirt with the toe of his shoe. "Yeah," he answered, and waved his gloved hand dismissively. "It's not anything big or really good or anything. Maybe you won't even like it. But it's... yeah. A present. I thought you could use one, because, you know." He shrugged, a little ill at ease, and turned away to continue picking up, bending down to snatch up a plastic bag that was threatening to blow away. "Your parents and everything," he finished.