He opened the bag, "What is this? You got me present?" Illya pulled out the black jewelry box. It was too big for a ring box. Setting the bag on the coffee table, he pried open the box, revealing a small and delicate rose stick pin. Carefully, he took it out of the box. It seemed so tiny in his hands. The petals were studded with something sparkly that on close examination, weren't rhinestones. "This is so beautiful, darling. Thank you."