Well, now he feels like a complete cad and awful, at that. It's not like he willfully sat there and didn't think of anything to get her, but at the same time, it really does make him look like an asshole. He reaches for something a little less potent and hopes that other people will take advantage of the absinthe lying there so that Ravi can observe the effects and decide whether it's safe to drink and take home, himself. "Well, then, I'm sorry," he apologizes. "If I'd known we were going to have some kind of strange Christmas gift explosion, I would have tried to get my hands on something for you." He thinks that if he could have given her a puppy the likes of which she'd talked about the first time they'd met, he would have.

Unfortunately, it looks like he's missed the boat on that one. "How about I offer you a gift down the line? Sort of a rain cheque gift?"