Elisabeth reached out and grabbed for the collar of his shirt, making as if she were going to kiss him, when at the last second, she changed her mind and merely brushed her lips across his. "I have something for you," she explained, moving past him into the room.
She turned on her heels and held out the brown box, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "It's the sillier of the two, but the other one isn't quite ready. And don't feel obligated to keep it, even though it was custom made." Elisabeth winked, teasing, and yet flat out serious at the same time.
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