[ At his invitation, Claude happily settles into the now double king burrito with Dimitri. With his back against his chest and head tucked by his shoulder, he hums, content. ]

Oh man, that's so much better. [ He takes a sip of his tea, letting its warmth seep into his system, before taking one of Dimitri's hands to play with his fingers. ]

Now, I know you're going to say I didn't need to get you anything for your birthday. But you forgot it, so you don't get to protest. [ Would he have let Dimitri protest, had he remembered? No.

Claude opens up Dimitri's palms and places two wrapped gifts in them. One's a bit large than the other, but they're both rectangular and fit easily in his hand.

The first gift is a book - "You asked me once about what poems I liked. Well, this is one of my favorite collections." - and the second... well. ] Be careful with that one. [ It's a box! And inside that box is...

a dagger. A very beautiful, ornate dagger, covered in crystals and yet still functional. ] I heard there's a tradition in Faerghus surrounding daggers. Something about using the blade to cut a path forward? [ And, okay, maybe he heard some of the details of that ol' dagger fiasco of his childhood from Sylvain. (but not the bit about edelgard.) ]