Becka's smile was immediate and warm at the sight of Kyle. It felt like it had been ages since she'd seen him, and she was studiously ignoring that he now knew what had happened to her and she now knew of some of the awkwardness plaguing his friendship with Adam. "Kyle!" she greeted him with some of her old exuberance. "And what's that you've brought along?" she couldn't help but ask. Of course, she didn't expect gifts in the least, but if Kyle was giving her one of his paintings, she definitely wasn't going to complain. She'd hoped to have one for herself.