He hadn't expected a gift, and that combined with the sweet smile she gave him was enough to leave him discomfited. Being untouched, being pure, at his age meant that he had no experience with women, and he was just barely able to tell the difference between a friendly gesture and flirtatiousness. He dearly hoped this was not one of the latter instances. She would find herself sorely disappointed if she developed a crush on him.
"I haven't had preserves in a long time," Priest informed her, smiling self-consciously. "My mother used to make them when I was a boy, but I grew out of the habit of having them when I first entered the priesthood." He wondered if these would be as good as Oona's. His mother's jams had always been the exact right combination of sweet and tart, and he supposed it would give him a pang of nostalgia to taste these.