[ William spends his lunch break in his office, eating his sandwich while doing a bit of extra work off the clock in hopes of leaving on time for the day. But once his meal is out of the way, he sets his pen aside and pulls the neatly wrapped gift towards himself. Grell has always been a good gift giver, despite William's interests being rather limited and dull. The scarf is soft and will certainly work well for England's blustery winter season. The flask, perfect for days that give him exceptionally bad headaches. And when William finally reads the card, he very nearly smiles at Grell wording his thoughts in more or less the same fashion - with her added into the mix of course.

He hums for a moment, before leaving his office and approaching Grell's desk. The box he has tucked away for her is not nearly as large as the one she'd found on her desk earlier that day, but it still has the potential to hold a decently sized gift. He keeps it hidden for now, though. ]

Thank you, I quite like what you've picked for me.

[ He scans her desk, making a quiet judgement of how much work she's gotten done already. Rather impressive, actually. Perhaps the motivation of a potential secret lover? ]

You are free to go on your lunch break. Your admirer may still be in the dining hall, assuming they're on their usual set weekly schedule.

[ He leaves that second hint as he checks the time on his pocket watch. If she decides to head out to do some investigating for a hidden romance, he'll hold something out to her - the same forget-me-not that she tied on his gift. ]