better to give than receive (closed; mira)

So, Davin has had better Christmases. He bummed around in his pajamas eating cookies and watching TV all day and then, against his better judgement, went to his parents' house for dinner. His mom made him some big fuzzy socks to wear around the house and his dad gave him a Barnes & Noble gift card. They're both things he can use, so that's good. His grandma called him to bitch in Gaelic for a good few minutes about how his box got delayed and he laughed at her ire, which made her curse even louder. She ended the call by telling him how much she loves him, how proud she is of her buachaill draíochta.

He feels better after talking to his grandmother, and decides that Christmas wasn't a total wash. Still, he's glad to get back into the swing of things post-holiday, and he goes over to Mira's as soon as he gets a chance. Her gift is wrapped neatly in a small little box and he knocks on the front door rather than texting. Her mother answers and Davin is always glad to see her. She was one of his favorite teachers, after all.

"Hey," he says with a polite wave, stepping inside once she opens the door wider. "Is Mira around?"