"It's a gift for us," Oliver corrected pointedly, doing his best to remain straight-faced but finally erupting into a grin as he rubbed at Neptune's scruff. "Mostly you." He glanced around before stage-whispering to her. "Might not wanna open it all the way or you'll have a line outside your bedroom door once you drag it in there." But you he figured it was reasonable to make that we, because there was no way that thing didn't weigh a ton.
Moving one hand from the dog, he saw that one of the boxes he'd pulled over had a tag from Cecilia as well, and he pulled that into his lap. "Alright, another one from the boss." He seemed reluctant to pull his limb away from the pooch, but finally did in order to peel the wrapping paper off and peer into the box. He grinned at the contents, reaching in and reading the note out loud. "To Oliver. Don't look at me." With that, he did, arching a brow, then glanced back to the note. "Recruit Edwin for this one." Lightly wagging the box, the massage oil bottles gently clinked together. "Looks like we're havin' a real theme mornin'. Thank you, doc."