Somehow, they're friendly enough that Tony is handing him an improbably useless item from his zebra print murse--they've overcome greater odds than having a series of friends in common. "I take it back," he says, leaving the envelope in Tony's hands and picking up the box to inspect for himself. "You've had entirely too much."

Flick; open; flick; close. It's a silly little thing, and his amusement is more squint than smile. "I can't tell if you were carting this around with me in mind, or if you're just weird hookah Santa."

Watching it a third time, the gears click over. "You know, I might actually have a couple of things I can do with this." If he's quick enough on the draw, it's not a bad way to hide a few smaller items. "I've got a crow that won't quite leave the next. This'll entertain the shit out of him." With Kira, the thought only diverts momentarily. "You doing alright?"