He ... figured she knew what? What was he talking about again? It probably wasn't important. She slipped one arm around his neck, pulling him closer, and the other tightened its grip on the plastic bag that --

Bag! Right.

Very, very reluctantly, she pulled back from the kiss. "Hey, look," she said, holding out the bag she'd grabbed at Anarchist Club. The one filled with pamphlets and condoms. "Am I awesome or am I awesome?"

Oh, look, the perfect segue.

"... so where's my gift?"