[Drawn to a halt, Cain swings back a step and drops eyes onto the small gift. At first, he isn't sure what he's looking at, but after a few moments the recognition dawns. He's seen enough imitation-chocolate in shop windows to match the difference. His own home had no hint of it, imports too highly priced even in the barest form and the soil too barren to support the cocoa bean's fragile life.

Immediately, he wonders how much she spent on it. Doesn't feel as though it's a gift he should take — assuming, knowing it's real chocolate.]

Better than a drink. [His fingers curl delicately around it.] You really shouldn't have. Thanks.

[Tempted to eat it now, he decides to wait until he can enjoy it.]

Still gonna get you back for that freebie punch you snuck in. [She'll know what he means.] Come meet me at the gym someday. Got it?