Michael just smiled. "Well they're gifts. You can't give them back. I'm sure everyone else brought you loads of things as well, right? I know they're your brothers and parents and...boyfriend and everything, but- I wanted to." He lifted his shoulders in a little shrug. He didn't think he had to verbally express how much Ginny still meant to him. But he didn't want to make her feel awkward.
"I'll hold off on the Chanukkah gifts, then. I think I might have a lasagne-"