Truth be told, Eisen really wouldn’t have cared if Lexie took ladylike bites or wolfed the whole thing down in a matter of seconds. Generally when someone devoured a meal like that, it meant that they enjoyed it and was more flattering than tiny bites. “I’ll definitely make sure it doesn’t change anytime soon, then,” he chuckled softly.
“Of course more surprises,” he said, like her questioning that concept was the most preposterous thing he’d ever heard. “It’s not so much spoiling as it is making sure that you’re well entertained,” he insisted, putting his hands in the air in defense and grinning. “Besides, how good of a friend would I be if I didn’t bring you something on your birthday, hm?” he stuck his tongue out.
He turned a little, peering into the bag and trying to decide what he wanted to give next. The cupcake would be for after she finished the lasagna. The music made more sense for before he left, so the only logical thing was the bear. Of course it would probably help if he wasn’t horribly nervous about it being the corniest gift to ever be given, but that was beside the point. “What have you been doing to entertain yourself while you’re stuck here, anyway?”