Freddie'd assume she's not trying too hard given the way he's holding her. Or that she's just glad to be out of the basket for now. Still, he adjusts her again, tucking her into the crook of his arm as Noah tugs at his shirt.

"Fine, gift card and a bottle of wine then," he says, ignoring the impulse to make some sort of implication in that. Noah's made it quite clear what he wants from Freddie, what he's comfortable with and, even if it might not be what Freddie himself wants, he'll not push. Noah deserves better than someone like Freddie anyhow and they both know it.

He nods back toward the door. "Go get the rest of the stuff and I'll grab you a beer," he says instead because that sounds friendly enough. "And you can help me pick out a name because I haven't a bloody clue."