"I'm afraid it isn't much, but I did set it aside for this." Susan hands him a basket. Inside is a bottle of very nice wine, another of brandy, a wheel of soft-ripened goats-milk cheese from southern France that she hopes very much is from the correct region, a crusty bread she'd baked that morning, and the queerest little object she found whilst inventorying one of the new closets on the third floor. It had been in a large box marked fidget spinners. Most of these she'd set aside before dark, knowing - based on the various surveys she's administered to the populace here - the timing of his birthday and his preferred foods.