He lets out a soft laugh at Arthur's comment, but Eames' attention immediately shifts to the package. Putting his wine down so he can hold it in both hands, Eames feels along the sides to try and figure out what it is and narrows his eyes in thought.

It's not like it's hard to tell it's a book, but Eames could swear he can feel a little magic on it and he casts a curious glance aside at Arthur before he starts to unwrap it. Carefully, of course, unsealing and unwrapping the way people do when they plan to keep the paper for whatever reason. The book itself he holds carefully, tracing the details on the cover with his fingertips.

"What is this?"