[ Well then, a glass rocket ship shaped dildo. Maybe they can use it as interesting decor? A conversation piece? If Sally can look at it and not feel too horribly embarrassed. It helps that Peter's being so gracious about it-- that's certainly not the only reaction she could have gotten. She's relieved to hear he believes her, too-- maybe a little too much, as though she's accustomed to people not taking her at her word. ]

I can't say I blame you; I'd be bloody bewildered unwrapping that thing, too

[ The affection surprises her-- enough so that she looks mildly befuddled about what's happening right until Peter kisses her on the cheek. It startles her that she didn't see it coming-- that her brain was not accordingly cautious, especially considering she had just gifted him a special pallet with some less than ideal effects. She doesn't think he'd use them on her-- and that surprises her, too. This trust that she keeps forgetting she has like a pet that's adopted her.

She feels her face heat up again and doesn't care much to suss out why; friendship's affection is almost more awkward for her than the romantic kind; she understands what a man wants from her, when it comes to that kind of thing.

And she knows this isn't the same. For a long moment she just looks at him with an oddly innocent surprise, until a faintly flustered smile splits her lips and she looks away sheepishly, almost shyly and touches where her skin is warm from the little kiss. ]

You're very welcome. I'm... I'm happy you approve. Maybe I'm not such rubbish with gifts after all?... Unless you just poisoned me. That could also be it

[ she's teasing him, a little laugh leaving her as she dares a glance towards his face. ]