Really? [ hm. those likely aren't the right manners. she tempers the giddy excitement in her voice and amends, softer, ] Thank you.

The snow would be enough. You don't have to get me anything. [ it's instinctive, to shyly edge around it, inexperienced as she is with any gesture of kindness. haltingly, she pauses, a little rueful when she pipes up again. ] But I wouldn't say no, if you wanted to. We can exchange gifts. How's that?