"That is good to hear. Now. I do have a little something for you. To be specific, your counter-gift is in the envelope, and your Yule gift..." he turns and pads over to one of the cabinets set into the walls, pulling it open. "Here we go."

He brings over a small wooden chest set with brass fittings, its flat top covered with Turkish filligree-work. A small packet is tied to it with blue, gold and red silk cords. The wrapping is...well, it's not clumsy, but it's relatively easy to imagine his big hands struggling with the cloth.