Ciara dumps the remains of her "meal" in the trash can, places the tray on top like a good little student. She adjusts her bookbag on her shoulder and strides for the hallway. She has plenty of time before her next class starts, but it never hurts to show up early and get some extra studying done. Heading toward the door, she whistles to herself quietly, her hips swaying to the beat of the tune.

" Damn what do I get her......"

She glances over to the voice and, seeing a small boy looking at a bunch of feminine catalogues, she stops, intrigued. Aye, now, what's this? she thinks to herself. Moving closer, she glances down at the catalogues over the boy's shoulder, perusing the multi-colored pages.

Deciding to help the boy out, she points at a simply-designed ring. "Many a lass'll swoon o're one o' these, laddy. 'Tis a plus that th' wee band comes in silver or gold. If yer lass be fair o' skin, go wit' th' silver. If she be tanned, chose th' gold." Pushing that catalogue aside, she pulls Grey's attention to another one featuring small figurines. "If yer pockets are-na quite tha' deep, a lass'll always enjoy a wee statue o' her favorite animal." She straightens then, grinning down at the boy.