She quickly backed up as her cheeks turned a brighter red than Jayce's pupils. "Anyhow, I didn't just come to make you dinner. Grandfather wanted me to give you something."
Reaching into her storage ring, she pulled out a small, rectangular black box. Remembering the deal he made with her grandfather, he flipped open the box.
Inside the box was a pair of black fingerless gloves and a neatly folded letter resting on top of the gloves. Setting the box down, he grabbed the piece of paper and unfolded it.
Dear Price,
