Uh, small box, bright red, vaguely cube-shaped. There's also a tablet with something cool on it in the same paper, but that part can wait.

[Wanda smiles a little thinly, but it's a real smile.]

It's okay. You couldn't help it. It was like if you had broken your leg or something. People can only do what they can do.

I kinda want to, you know, get together and talk about that and some other stuff when you're feeling up to it. It's Saturday night and the pub should be fixed by now. Don't know your thoughts on drinking together, so if you want I'll keep it to cocoa.