His wit makes her flush a bright red, hiding her smile as well as the rest of her face from him.

"Oh, stop." she jokingly replies, her embarrassment very real. She feels like it's worth noting though --- "You won't need presents."

Standing contently gives her a few moments to look at him without being cheeky or awestruck; just genuine. However, she clears her throat, motioning off to the side.

"I'd love to show you." There's a silence though. "I don't remember half of the rooms I made. I was...kind of in a hurry." A rather frustration fueled hurry, but she leaves that out. Some of the snow butterflies have settled on the ceiling, their wings delicate and evenly spaced.

"But I don't mind at all."