[ at least she has the grace(??? questionable) to take the tin of colored pencils with less, uh. violent eagerness, though no less appreciation. the pun book is still cradled to her chest with her other arm as she turns the tin over with her free hand, and it's clear he did a Good Job. ]

Geez... ah, man. [ there's an earnest smile as she taps the tin against her leg. ] Wish I had my journal for these bad boys... they're-- awesome.

[ and there's some gratitude in order for the gift of stuff, for sure. naturally, just coming out and saying 'thanks' like normal people do is like, not even on the table, so: ]

Hey. How do plants tell someone 'thanks'?

[ wait for it... ]

Thank shallot.