Dan examines it all, the workmanship, the mechanics of how it works, the smells of the different juices. Elle was more than thoughtful. The details on this equipment all speak to love and care, the same way the fastidious embroidery and perfect seams on the coat he's making for her are intended to convey an embrace wherever she goes.

"This looks like a miracle." He's a little choked up. If this works like she's hoping it will, Dan's wretched experiences of suffering through the cold may be coming to an end. He takes the mint cartridge and pops it into the vape, figuring mint's close enough to his preferred menthol coolness. "I been starting to get sores on my hands from the cold, and those always take so long to heal, and this...this is perfect."

He doesn't light up here and now, because it's Elle's room and that would be deeply rude of him, but he does tuck the case into the inside pocket of his jacket, under his coat, next to his heart.

"Well, now it's a bit less awkward to spring an early Christmas gift on you, too."