The scarves had brought to mind the incident on the rooftop when he'd wrapped his own scarf around Eloise's neck. "I remembered that you didn't have one," he mused. "The rooftop," he muttered, feeling a little self-conscious. The gift was a little bit silly. But being warm was important and they were nice... well-knit and soft.
She said she liked them and he smiled a little bit. "I'm glad. My "good-gift-giving" streak isn't over yet." Not if George's emotional reaction to Olivia's engagement ring was any indication, anyway.
Evan watched Eloise's next movements carefully, how she turned and reached into her bag. He knew, of course, that it was a gift that she was reaching for, but the "what is it" was something that he'd always been terrible at. Patience was a tough virtue.
He felt his lips curling into a small smile when she presented him with a silver flask. Not because it was a flask; Evan wasn't big into hard liquor as much as he was with wine or champagne, after all, but because of the expression on her face. Pleased and hopeful... she really wanted to impress him. And that, more than the gift itself, impressed him. He reached a hand out and accepted it, smiling as he looked it over, then turning his head to glance at her. "Merci. Je l'aime beaucoup."
And for emphasis, he reached over and pulled her into a one-armed hug.
It was his turn now, he realized. He dug through the blanket wrapping once more and gathered up the Kindle. The drawing could go last. It was the most personal gift. The blue device was filled; he'd gathered it from the apartment of a girl who seemed to be similar to Eloise, and it had a plethora of interesting sounding books on it.
He offered it out to Eloise. "It's already full. There are a ton of books on here..."