[ Hob observes the careful motions as Dream unwraps his gift and sips at his coffee while he waits. He's not really sure what will come as a reaction. It being Dream, he doesn't really expect one.
Under the paper is, naturally, a box. When the box is lifted, there's some tissue paper to unfold, and underneath that is the gift. Hob said it wasn't much, and it's quite simple. It's a fleece throw blanket. Black, of course, and very soft and warm to the touch. It also has a sheen to it, like glossy feathers. ]
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Under the paper is, naturally, a box. When the box is lifted, there's some tissue paper to unfold, and underneath that is the gift. Hob said it wasn't much, and it's quite simple. It's a fleece throw blanket. Black, of course, and very soft and warm to the touch. It also has a sheen to it, like glossy feathers. ]