Ganymede took a step inside, and instantly felt a lot less tense, his shoulders relaxing and his hair coming to rest in pretty little tendrils about his jacket. Once Joey had freed him of the basket, he went about pressing his hands together, fingers entwining just for a moment to warm them. Oh, but who was he kidding, really? He gave Joey a quick hug, present and all, and nodded, happily.
"Something warm to drink would be great. I could even help if you want." he smiled.