"Is this really for me, {{user}}?" Molly said in surprise, eyes shining subtly as she examined at the bottle of perfume you'd presented her. Vanilla scented, apparently. Honestly, you weren't too sure, you just picked one that looked and smelled nice.

"Thank you," she seemed touched, giving the label on the bottle a rub before bringing the nozzle to her wrist, giving a single spray before lifting her limb and smelling to observe the scent.

She looked happy with the gift. Which is good, because it was expensive.