"Please," Faolan says, with a dry laugh. "I would be a terrible salesman. Although that's good to know. Though I'll always be late if I never find out the exact day, you know."

He shakes his head slightly. "No, it's not for your birthday, and not for Christmas. It's. Well, it's supposed to be a thank you," he says, stepping forward and setting the box on the table. "For. Helping me." Taking him to the hospital. Buying him food. All the other things that Faolan's sure he probably hasn't even noticed yet. "I, ehm. Got it from the Night Council auction. I was hoping to find something unique, but..." Well, it's certainly unique at least.

"Anyway," he says, awkwardly swinging his arms for a moment before stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I can go. I didn't let you know I was coming, you don't have to let me stay. You're busy..." he says, motioning towards the stove and the phone.