His response was hard to read, so Cissy just stopped trying. She looked at the flask a bit more closely when he sat it down, but she didn't touch it, and then she went back to filing, giving him a moment to... process? She wasn't sure why he was just sitting there staring at it the way that he was.
When Charlie stood up, Cissy tensed a little, wide eyes peering up at him. "What?" Send it back? "Why?" that was the next logical question to ask. "Charlie, it's a nice gift. It has your family's name on it. I really doubt she could return it if you send it back so... Why would you wanna do that?" There was tape, of course, but not out in the open. It was in the cabinet with all the other shipping supplies.