[If it was anybody but Kelsier, she'd tell them to their faces. She wouldn't be this upset if it was anyone but Kelsier. If it was anybody but Kelsier, in fact, she'd probably be able to deal with it on her own.]

[But it's not anybody else. It's him. And she doesn't like being reminded about how he died anymore than she has to be.]

[Her facial expression is currently the rough equivalent of why can't you?, but at least she's listening. The suggestion of goodwill and gifts just makes her scowl more.]

I never knew anybody with gifts to give at any time of year. Nobody worth knowing, at least, not until I was grown. It seems stupid.

[Nothing to be grateful for, either, frankly. She sighs.]

What kind of alcohol? [She gives up.]