[ Alex smiles at him, fond and happy at his comment. ]

It’s just a lovely night, I didn’t want to take away the view if you were enjoying it.

[ Alex watches him tear at the package, wishing she didn’t have to hand it over because she feels odd without something to fidget with. She’s glad he seems sober enough now, she would hate to have to explain this to a drunk Cain.

Packaging falls away to reveal a palm sized red and sweet smelling cube. ]

Um, it’s wax. Like the kind you described before, I hope it looks similar.

[ And because absolutely no one wants just wax on their birthday, Alex rambles a bit more. ]

To make your house a real home.