"The dragon's soups are indeed magical," she chuckled, knowing that by the way Dawn and the waitress were talking about Claude, one might imagine a monstrous troll skulking out from the kitchen. She knew, however, that the chef was fiendishly charming when he wanted to. Dawn was about to tell Sumi that fact once they were seated, yet that was forgotten the moment the gift was presented.
"Oh Sumi, you really didn't have to! Thank you," Dawn gushed before taking the box. "Lunch is on me, then."
"Is it okay if I wait until Christmas to open it? I want to put this under my tree." The pre-lit tree she bought for the corner of her apartment was no taller than a few feet, the paper tissue wrapped gifts underneath it so far were all intended for others.