Webster didn't know that blood could travel so quickly to one's face. You learn something new every day, would be a fun quippy comment to make... if he were capable of quick thought in this moment. "Oh! Well-- Um-- Thanks-- I'm glad you like it," is what comes out of his mouth instead. And all things considered, he's pretty proud of that. "Why don't we open the box now?" he redirects, taking the envelope from her.

Inside she'll find two, brown leather riding gloves. On the palm of the left is a bumblebee. On the palm of the right is the Ribbonfin sigil.

By the time she's opened the box, Webster has regained some composure. Enough to quip, "I wish you'd told me about the shoe fetish sooner. Would've picked out a different riding accessory if I'd known..."