[the door opens up just a crack, enough for her to peek through to see and confirm it's him. as if she hadn't watched him from the window at all.]

Ah! Oh, great! Thank you. That's very good of you! Good and generous and...and good...

[a beat.

she clears her throat.]

Right. Then. Ah, may I please have it?

[she holds out a hand.

...well it's more of an arm bundled up in a shawl with an oven mitt on the end, but you know. same diff.]