[ There was a time -- and not very long ago, at that -- when Kalim would have chased that touch. Perhaps surreptitiously tip his head to one side, just to keep Jamil's hand against his cheek a half-moment longer, laugh it off as shying away from a ticklish bit of skin. It's still tempting. But he has a fairly good idea of where the lines are drawn now. At least, he thinks he does.

So instead of seeking out more touch, Kalim grins and chirps: ] Thank you!

[ Next layer. He folds this one more carefully, as this will be the one on display. Then he places it, more carefully than the first, sliding it between his fingers to keep the gold lamé on the outside. And now comes the tricky part, because despite his best efforts and hours of Magicam tutorials, he still hasn't gotten the hang of tying a passable bow, much less the picture-perfect ones Jamil can tie. ]

Mm, I can't figure this part out, though. You do the loops first, right?

[ Wait. Jamil asked him something it was... ]

Oh! Lunch. Whatever you feel like.