Justine had to giggle to keep herself from answering Alice's not-question. There were some things that Thomas would just not live down if she spilled. The giggle also had the bonus effect of making Thomas look up, wary in the way that men got when women were talking about them. She giggled again. "Don't worry, Thomas. I haven't spilled any more deep dark secrets of yours that you haven't done so already," she reassured him.

"I just want to make sure you know which presents are for whom. And I'm going to ship the others tomorrow. You can't carry everything on that bike." Justine hadn't labeled them; her handwriting would have given them away. But it didn't matter, because she knew Thomas, and if he had the time, he would have found similar things for each of them. And now that he knew it was alright to go back, she didn't want him wasting time, lingering in some mall.

She opened a pink box just like the one she'd given Alice, and inside was another dress, this one dark with a pattern of multicoloured roses. "This one's for Drusilla." Another box, another dress. This one was simpler, black with a detailed zipper. "For Lacrimosa."

Justine rolled her eyes at Thomas when he glanced at them and nodded, just long enough to see what they looked like, not to appreciate them. Men.

She pulled the last box open, this one long and flat, and showed him a leather and copper scabbard and belt, beautifully worked and flawlessly functional. "That's for Edward."