[Oh. Wow. She . . . absolutely is going to just let some random guy off the journals into the house, isn't she. Jack blinks at her in surprise for a moment at that, then half-laughs, waving off the offer and stooping closer to her level against the doorframe.]

Nah, I probably shouldn't. I just . . . well, here.

[Looking back over his shoulder, he fishes around in his bag, coming up with a small, round carton of ice cream and holding it out to her.]

Here. Where I'm from, this is the traditional food to eat when you're sad. And at parties and celebrations too, I guess. [He grins, cold-pinkened and just a bit awkward.] So, er. Welcome to Luceti. Sorry I made you cry.