She gingerly turned the necklace around and placed around her neck. After flashing him another smile of thanks, she angled herself toward the looking glass, fixing the pearls position on her dress while also freeing her hair. "It certainly is, without a doubt-" she remarked, still admiring the gift until he went on with his display.
The jello molds were strange as their name, but also just as interesting. She took the first, examining it and turning it around in her hands; the reminded her of ornate planters for roses and other small flowering bushes one might use to decorate a sunny chamber.
The thing he presented her with could not have been any further from her expectation.
"What in the..." There was no hiding the intrigue and amusement in her eyes as she looked the strange thing over. How it moved as Eliot moved, how she could see through it...
"Is it... frozen wine?" That was the best comparison her context would come up with, but when she experimentally touched it (with the same caution she might show with a wild kitten), her guess sounded silly. "...how strange. It's not cold at all..."