The tea was still hot. Surely, there must be something…? Hakuba touched the rose, as if to prove to himself that this was not a dream, and then hurried to check the room. Behind the curtains, in the closet, the hallway. If Kaitou or whoever this mysterious gift-giver was around, he wanted to know. Had to find them. To ask why. To thank them.

Perhaps also to… casually let it slip that this, the show of affection and kindness, really meant a lot to him. Things had been particularly difficult and exhausting lately, and it was so nice to know that someone knew that he was alive. He was certainly trying, at any rate. 

Unable to find anyone, however, he took a seat in one of the arm chairs next to the table, sighed, and took a sip of tea. Earl Grey, even.  Someone was going to quite a lot of trouble for him…

…and he wanted to know who.