[It takes him a moment to make the connection, but when he recognizes the style of frame Ed has has chosen, his eye crinkles and he lets out a laugh, grinning.]

It's perfect. [He reassures him.] Just sentimental enough. [Winking for good measure, he adds:] It'll go in the study right next to my desk, as a reminder of the pricelessness not only of freedom but of our friendship.

[He nods to himself, his features softening, growing solemn.] Thank you.

[After some consideration, he carefully sets aside the tray and pockets the velvet box, holding out an arm to invite a hug - nothing more. But with Ed well beyond his reach, he reconsiders, patting the ample space to get him to sit and close the distance that way. If Ed's going to watch him eat, then he might as well not be hovering.]

Please, sit. We're really not hurting for space.