"I guess you could say that." Her gaze lowers, now, for a different reason, and her smile turns a little sad. "... I know I missed our one year anniversary. I feel so bad. I mean ... I know it's not like I could help it, considering," she murmurs, with a weak laugh. "But ... I still wanted to do something for it. That is, if you wanted to."

With a breath, she lifts the bag onto the table, the hard object inside making a soft clik-clak as it settles onto surface of the table.

"Way back in the beginning of February I started working on this gift for you. I guess maybe the only good thing about how long it took is that I had time to make it perfect."

Xion pauses there, taking another breath to look at him, her eyes searching his face. "Do ... you want to see it?"