Champloo looked up at the present, then turned to face the woman offering it with a broad grin. "Hyahya, I expected you would remember this holiday as well!"

Wait, had presents been a part of it before? He didn't recall if they had been or not -- his memory has really focused entirely on the whole 'feast' aspect of it, quite understandably.

Well, no sense worrying about it now. He took the present, then placed his free arm around Pinkie and gestured ahead of him into the classroom. There, he had set up a private table just for the two of them, in the most classic style -- fine white tablecloth, elegant wine glasses, flowers as a centerpiece which he'd specifically ordered just for the purpose.

"And here is my present to you, if you will allow me to have an evening with you!"