Unless there's some infomercial-esque fine print roping me into the purchase of a timeshare in Orlando, yeah, I think it's free. Showed up on my doorstep a few hours after I moved in, plain brown wrapping, no return address. Even though no one is supposed to have any idea where I'm staying. Right now I'm opting for appreciation rather than all-consuming suspicion and concern.
I think I'm good with the tablet, actually. Though I'm sure you're making the offer out of the goodness of your heart, I happen to prefer Angry Birds over moth-eaten parchment.