Terezi tries not to be unnerved by the quickness and submissiveness in the way that he takes a seat. She does wince a little, though, mostly in retrospect. She'll have to be more careful about her words.

To her question, though, he doesn't even need to answer. She can tell that he knows what it is, that he remembers it, by the way that he looks at it. It's that sort of silent reverence, and even if she doesn't share in the feeling, it still makes Terezi smile.

"Here," she offers, placing the little container into his hands. She waits then to see what he'll do.