Secret santa. Christmas. shit. Paniced, Edward scrambled to his feet. Rifling through the small pile of papers, discarded letters-threats really-from other rogues before squinting at them and frowning. How could he have forgotten? Of course he knew exactly how he could have forgotten, the others weren't very interesting to him save for a couple.
"You'll want a gift in return, I'd imagine. Um." A quick pat of his pockets and be beamed, presenting the other with a scalpel he'd stolen from one of the nurses earlier. Unused, as of yet, but he was sure Harvey would find one of the staff annoying enough to christen with it eventually. "Best I can do on short notice, I'm afraid "He admitted, gently pushing his glasses up and slowly reaching for the bag.