You get to be overzealous all the time. At least allow me to break my mold.

[Amelia seats herself and when Gale is next to her, she proceeds to summon her gift into her lap. It appears in a soft glow of green light, wrapped in brown parchment paper and brown string, looking fairly innocuous.]

For you. I feel like it's rather late, but better on Valentine's Day than never.

[She holds out the parcel to him trying to hide her anticipation.]

Also, I... It was my first time making it. By hand.