[He's struck speechless for several moments, processing that this is a gift and not something that people hoard and--]

I, ah, thanks!

[Kickstarts into action again, moving to set the Reese's into the fridge. Save some for Jack and eat them later.]

Sixteen-- hah, sweet year, huh? Well, from the tone of your voice earlier, not all is well?

[Okay, seventeen was still too far from nineteen, so he'd stick to water. Sets the glass in front of him and settles back with a grin.]

I'm not generally nosy, but you seemed pretty upset. Hopefully no one's giving you trouble here? I hear the Malnosso can put a cramp in your plans...