Dulcinea wore an easy smile at the girl's behavior. She noticed her outfit first and the lack of a chalkboard next. She was relieved, then, that she hadn't gone with a gift of chalk, looking quite the fool had she done so. She extended her hand to Hana to better examine her, her eyes trailing over the girl's form. "You look beautiful, my little Lenore. The colour scheme compliments your skin tone well."
She let go of the warm appendage (and tried to ignore said warmth as it would lead to thoughts of the blood that made it so) and offered the wrapped box with both of her hands, slightly bowed. While she was aware of how obviously Hana was not Japanese, she was still under the care and raising of a Japanese woman, and as such, was likely exposed to their customs. Dulcinea herself knew a few and figured the sentiment would be appreciated. "This is for you."