Emmy offered up another round of stunned blinking as she accepted the bag, clearly surprised at its weight. Well, she can't say she's too disappointed that they're not frequenting the cafe, but...

"You didn't have to give me anything, Mr Kimblee..."

She laid the bag down on her couch, her confusion quickly overpowering her earlier glum mood. What on earth had he bought her? Was it some sort of apology gift? Whatever it was, it was certainly heavy, and rather bulky. Still fighting back her surprise, she slowly started to unzip the bag.

"I have clothes I could....wear...."

As the dress came into view, Emmy froze. This was familiar. This was more than familiar, it was...she knew what this was, she'd tried it on back in February-

"....I....."

-and she'd loved it so much but it was...oh god it was ridiculously expensive and she'd tried to make sure he didn't buy it for her but he....has, what....-

"....Mr Kimblee....."

-and it's definitely that dress, as Emmy discovers as she pulls it properly out of the bag, staring at it as if she'd just discovered Ambrosia within the folds of the brightly coloured material.

"....M-Mr Kimblee...."