( In some ways, the lack of any kind of monetary system in this place makes the effort of choosing a gift seem more meaningful. When there's no need to account for the price of an item, the only real consideration becomes the recipient's taste. At least, that's how Louis is choosing to think of it. And the scarf certainly is to his taste, soft and dark and warm enough for the chill he's beginning to feel in the air at night. )

Thank you.

( Louis' expression is soft, his voice sincerely touched as he holds the folded scarf in both hands, feeling its weight and knit. )

I didn't expect anything at all. This is lovely... It will serve me well in the coming months, I think, now that I've resigned myself to staying here that long.

( He doesn't sound quite as gloomy about it as he once did, but that's due to the company far more than the city itself. )

It's only been about half a year since my last birthday, which is strange to think about. It was winter in my world, but summer here. Keeping track of my precise age isn't so important, so I suppose it makes more sense to conform to the local calendar...