He snickers.

"Also, 'Bert wouldn't fit in this box." He sets the paper aside, and opens the lid. Given their discussion last night, he's not terribly surprised to find a knife inside. He lifts it, feeling the balance, and touches the edge with a thumb.

His smile is small and approving, the smile of a gunslinger assessing a weapon, and it shifts into a grin as he looks from the knife to her. "It's lovely. Say thankya, Faith."