Even though it is a tradition of the Season of Lights, the last thing Kainé expects is to receive a gift herself. She can count on one hand the number of times she's gotten a gift in her lifetime.

She looks at the man in shock for a moment but sobers quickly, falling back into her usual aloof demeanor.

"Sure, why not." She'll pull from her bag, a small wrapped satchel of cookies as well. "Here."

"You got a name, stranger? I'm Kainé"