[Her eyes dart over as he sets the sketch down, and Rey stares at that for a moment, chewing over his reply. She can read between the lines enough to get that he does indeed like her drawing, so... that's a thing. A thing she has no idea what to do with.
Fortunately, he moves on to the scarf, and that's almost a relief at this point. It's the oldest gift in the box, and after his comment Rey chooses not to mention that she bought it two summers ago. Better that he think it's because of the incoming cold weather. She's more than willing to latch onto any excuse to claim a gift is practical and not stupid.]
It's silk. You should—[And instead of explaining verbally, Rey just reaches over and rubs it gently between her fingers.]—without your gloves. It'll feel nicer. Really soft.
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Fortunately, he moves on to the scarf, and that's almost a relief at this point. It's the oldest gift in the box, and after his comment Rey chooses not to mention that she bought it two summers ago. Better that he think it's because of the incoming cold weather. She's more than willing to latch onto any excuse to claim a gift is practical and not stupid.]
It's silk. You should—[And instead of explaining verbally, Rey just reaches over and rubs it gently between her fingers.]—without your gloves. It'll feel nicer. Really soft.