"I liked all my gifts." Yes, still smiling, quite pleased with herself. Gwen holds up the soda can in a weaving toast, before taking a drink. "It's like they just keep on giving." She eyes the beer. "Don't try and catch up, though. You might die." Closing her eyes, she leans her head on his shoulder, resting almost all her weight there now. It would be fun getting her back to camp eventually. With a sound that is almost another laugh, she murmurs, "I don't really have a glove fetish, sorry. But maybe...I'll get one now!" Yes, the novelty is appealing all of the sudden.