[ Amber drops her eyes to the box, quiet for a long moment, enough to turn the air rather tense with her lack of response. She's thinking, you see, whether accepting his gift would mean something sinister down the road. It's better to give something back of equal value and really call it even. It's much cleaner that way. Simpler. After an eternity and a second, she looks up to give him a smile, this time fond, not at all like her usual Stepford ones. ]
Ask me to grab you a tentacle or two again next time.
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Ask me to grab you a tentacle or two again next time.