[ There is something that's so gentle about his reaction that she feels a hint of shyness from it all. She didn't often do the right thing to make someone happy and where he is concerned she feels a sense of desire to make up for some things. She'd had a feeling he would like it, but she remembers this peaceful exchange of gifts between them in years past, and once again it's like coming home.

She gives a small nod. ]

Yeah, all for you. I might use it sometimes, but I've got the deed in your name.

[ She fished into her pocket and pulled out a letter with the deed folded in half, and handed it over. ]

I even paid for the space. [ With the money she'd made illegally, but why be nitpicky. ] You like it?