[Oh, so he's already found something that belongs to him... that's cool. Well, guess in that case, Scott feels a little less shy about opening the box that's still resting in his hands. What does he hope for though? Maybe a walkman? A cassette? Guess that would be the nicest thing. New pair of headphones, though he'd want said walkman first.

Keys to a motorcycle-- hah. Okay, that's hoping for too much.]

A music player. [Probably best to say something like that, because he's not sure if Dion knows what a walkman is. He's still giving off that whole 'fantasy' feeling. One doesn't really forget a halberd as an initial greeting.]

Complete with my favorite songs. I'm sure you haven't heard of Metallica-- just think of heavy metal sounds. [Does that make any sense? Well, if he gets this, then he can show just Dion firsthand.

Although, as he opens the box, it's not a walkman in front of him. It's just a couple bags of Skittles and man. Scott can't hide his disappointment, a sigh leaving the teen.]

Well, at least it's decent candy. [...] Want a piece?