You got it!
Hana's eyes warmed as the vampire woman signed back to her, switching back and forth between her ornate box in her hands and Dulcinea's face. When she was given the okay, the slave gnawed on her bottom lip in girlish anticipation, but could hardly withhold her enthusiastic tearing into the present to see the treasure hidden within.
And a treasure, it was. A tiny squeak of delight escaped Hana's slightly gaping lips. She examined the journal as if it were made of diamonds and precious metal, yet might disintegrate if she handled it too roughly. After a brief moment of reverie, she immediately pushed her other pad of paper into her bag and flipped her new acquisition open, scratching the pen on the first line of the first page before showing it to Nea behind a brilliant grin.
It's beautiful! Java is perfect, but only if you share something sweet with me.