Plum was very rarely hugged. It was a sad part of being a lady with little to no family to speak of, and very few friends so close to her heart. From what she remembered of it, it was something like being wrapped in a comforting sort of heaven. And as Luke was oft to boast, he did give wonderful hugs. And even if the sort reserved for girls of his house were different from those for his sister, Plum couldn't help but squeeze back. It almost felt as if she were holding her mother again.

"Oh! Your gift! I need to give you your gift, don't I?"

"You've no need to get me anything," she protested. He'd asked her hear, she'd met his girl, he'd called her gift his most prized possession, and then he'd hugged her. For a girl starved of true affection, it was all she needed.

Luke never did allow the veneer of perfection that Plum saw him through to last very long. Especially not when such foul words were falling from his mouth, and in front of ladies.

Perhaps Plum was simply old fashioned. But she couldn't help looking to Michelle with rather widened eyes.

"Jonas Luke Price," she muttered beneath her breath, taking up her cup of tea. Though, really, he was just a teenaged boy and she had to smile about it.

"I left your gift sitting on me bed."

"It's not a problem at all," she assured him. "There'll be other times." She hoped.

The banter between Michelle and Luke was adorable, in her opinion. They seemed to get along rather well, and to truly like one another. Plum could only be tickled pink, if a bit jealous. However, she couldn't have Michelle picking on her little brother like that. And on his birthday! It simply wasn't fair.

"Thank you very much," Plum said, pressing her fingers to the top of the scarf box in emphasis. "There was no need for you to get me anything. That's very sweet of you."