Lorelail sat up, much like a cat when mouse crosses it's path. Being who she was, she normally didn't have been celebrations but with her reaching such an important age, the royal planners were going out of their way to make big arrangements. Despite her tendency to shy away from things that concern herself, she did like to get presents. What person didn't? It was something special to her, to receive a gift from someone who cares about her. All of her past presents have been well kept, even if they were gowns she'd outgrown, she kept them safe and clean. Lorelai cherished things. However, she could tell Isiah was baiting her, so after a finishing bite of a tart she shrugged, trying to seem indifferent but only looking anxious. "Oh you got me a present? There's no need to go to such lengths for my sake, Isiah." Every part of her wanted to shake the present out of him for bringing it up, knowing full well that she would now be anxious for her birthday to come just so she could see what she had gotten. Then again, it happened almost every year. If not with Isiah it was with Irena, Steffen or Lawrence.