[ He likes it. Before he even says anything, she can tell he likes it. A rush of endorphins floods her, and her feathers puff out a little—how funny, that that can signal both discomfort and affection—because she did it, she's successfully gotten him something he'd like, twice, and this time she didn't dither for nearly as long, and she's only known him for about five months, not years and years and years.

This is, quite frankly, unprecedented. Yes, she remembers the other Riley from the other world getting Celeste or Haruno or Steffan or even her father birthday gifts, Nattenfest presents, various knickknacks of all sorts. But she doesn't remember the reasoning behind it. Even that Riley was unsure sometimes in if the recipient would appreciate her gifts. So this Riley? What hope did she have?

But Giorno likes it. She's almost giddy because she can tell without a doubt that Giorno likes it, no second-guessing required. The smile he looks up to is bright and shining, worthy of the nickname Eridanus adopted from their alternate selves. ] I kinda thought this'd be the sort of thing you'd appreciate.

[ Downplay it, something tells her, but she can't listen to it. Even as she tries to play it cool, it's written all over her face just how ecstatic she is, that he likes it. ]

Please tell me everything you want to. That's how I know you're getting good mileage out if it, after all~!

[ That is going to come back and haunt her. But oh well. ]