Well, you are welcome to stop by our house, if you'd like, the one with the stone chimney. Or, ah. Perhaps just the garden outside that I'm working on. [He's not sure how Glacius feels about company he's not acquainted with in their new abode.] Speaking of gardens—

[He offers Pratt the parcel from under his arm, a heavy package wrapped in plain paper and tied with a string. It's nothing fancy, but hey, at least he tried. As for what's inside, it certainly feels and weighs like it might be a rock, something just big enough to fill the crook of one's forearm.]

I thought you might enjoy this.