"I have great manners, I'll have you know," Gwen returns, still grinning, as she sets down her soda so she can give proper attention to the card. The drawing on the front earns a small laugh of appreciation, as does the message inside. The picture slides out faster than she can grab it, landing on her lap atop the present, and she picks it up with curiosity, as she teases him, "You know, puns are the lowest form of-"

Her voice trails off as she sees the full picture in the low light of the fire, and she instantly blushes straight up to her hairline. "Webster," she chides, unable to hold back a wide smile despite pretty savagely biting down on her lip. She fans herself with the photo melodramatically, a movement made a little looser given how drunk she is, before she looks at it again. "You sexy beast. I love the boots." She leans against him a bit bonelessly, not having the best coordination now. "We've been doing trail rides all wrong, clearly."