Dan's been very cognizant of Elle's favorite color schemes; he was aware of them beforehand, but now that he's making clothing for people he's trying to ensure that they're items people will enjoy even aside from them being gifts. Dan's coat for Elle is pink with gold trim and some white embroidery, because he doesn't trust the elves running around the workshop not to spill something on white attire.

He follows her inside, ripping at the garish paper and hoping she doesn't mind that he doesn't have enough feeling left in his hands to try and unwrap it in any sort of tidy fashion. He sets down in the armchair.

"Don't be." He opens the package and recognizes the nicotine patches for what they are immediately, and that hits him from an angle he didn't expect. He doesn't want nicotine patches. He'd rather face the cold to smoke than not smoke at all, when smoking's one of his most reliable ways to feel a momentary burst of calm.

"Elle. This is so kind of you." It truly doesn't matter that Dan doesn't want to quit smoking; Elle saw him struggling and saw fit to try and ameliorate that. It's the thought that counts, and Dan is visibly touched and even a little teary-eyed. He doesn't want the tools of smoking cessation, but he feels so cared for that she thought to get them for him.

He pulls the vape out. "What's this?"