"Please," she chuffed with a grin, and waved him into the room. "I'm a shinigami. We deal with death on a regular basis. Although this is the first death of my own that I can actively recall..." she added, turning her gaze skyward as she held her chin.

Curious, that.

But what really caught her attention was the stuffed rabbit. She was starting to accumulate a sizable collection of them, and she didn't care. More would always be welcome, even if she had to sleep on top of a sea of plushies. Her eyes lit up immediately, and the calm maturity she habitually wore was replaced by a child-like excitement and exuberance. "Th...thank you!" she gasped, tenderly holding the rabbit in her hands. "This is simply too kind. I love it!" She hugged it against her chest with her thin arms, resting her chin on its furry head. "I love it."

So the present had gone over very well.

"What would you ask of me?"