It didn't take him long to get there, he was good at that sort of thing, so it wasn't more than about fifteen minutes before the doorbell rang.
Keller had his helmet under one arm and a box in either hand. Sure, they were good old-fashioned olive drab, or scraped steel where the paint had chipped, but he'd tied one off with a pink ribbon on the handle and the other with red, "Hey." He said by way of greeting, smiling crookedly.