[Lisa deposits two items onto the tables, with what seems like varying levels of enthusiasm and very different sizes.
The first is very clearly a housewarming gift: a huge floral arrangement nearly half Lisa's own height, professionally made, tasteful, and colorful, appropriate for a family such as the Damashiis, carefully selected not to have ambiguous messages in its component flowers. She needed a little help to get it onto the table safely, but it seems to have made it undamaged? A small card proclaims it's from the Imai Realty Group, and contains a formal congratulations and wish for good fortune. It's... very much someone with money and taste appealing to someone else with money and taste, but it does its job well. Lisa does her best not to look at it once she's set it down.
The second is very clearly not a housewarming gift: it's a small box, wrapped in a red bow and addressed to "Damashii Ouji-sama" in a girl's light and flowing handwriting. Inside is a pair of clearly hand-knit mittens of reasonable construction, in a deep navy blue with glittering silvery sparkles that make them look like the night sky captured in fabric. It's rapidly going to stop being seasonally appropriate to wear them, but... from what she figured out, it felt right. The size is, mysteriously, just about right.]
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The first is very clearly a housewarming gift: a huge floral arrangement nearly half Lisa's own height, professionally made, tasteful, and colorful, appropriate for a family such as the Damashiis, carefully selected not to have ambiguous messages in its component flowers. She needed a little help to get it onto the table safely, but it seems to have made it undamaged? A small card proclaims it's from the Imai Realty Group, and contains a formal congratulations and wish for good fortune. It's... very much someone with money and taste appealing to someone else with money and taste, but it does its job well. Lisa does her best not to look at it once she's set it down.
The second is very clearly not a housewarming gift: it's a small box, wrapped in a red bow and addressed to "Damashii Ouji-sama" in a girl's light and flowing handwriting. Inside is a pair of clearly hand-knit mittens of reasonable construction, in a deep navy blue with glittering silvery sparkles that make them look like the night sky captured in fabric. It's rapidly going to stop being seasonally appropriate to wear them, but... from what she figured out, it felt right. The size is, mysteriously, just about right.]