At work, Skip is... Well. She's never quite professional. Not unless she's at a gallery. But she's a little more reserved. Which isn't to say she doesn't lean over her male patrons a little more, rest her weight against their table, and other such things. She does, but it's nowhere near as pronounced at it might be.

After James has his drink, she slips the unopened package behind the bar, out of sight, before doing her rounds. Satisfied that no one needs anything right away, she returns and pulls it out again.

"Huh. So you did." She flashes a smile. He doesn't need to know she got him something too. Not yet. She opens the box and can't help but smile. "Very pretty."

To make her point, she takes it out of the box and fastens it around her neck.