Why are you always in the washroom? It's very suspicious.

[ Robb quirks an eyebrow at him, then motions him over. ]

And I didn't 'get' you anything, technically, so don't fuss too much. [ Here, he looks almost abashed, tucking his chin down for a moment as he eyes the parcel — as if he could critique it through the fabric tied with string. Moments like this, the boy in him shows quite painfully. ] I made it.