[still a rat, just this face when he opens the gift to see... a boar. All twisting shapes and snarling and beautiful in the way Everett tends to see things as beautiful. He gasps and lifts it higher to admire, turning it over several times with excitement and admiration for it. Seems like a real hit of a gift, before Caster even fully explains its practicality]

I..! I do so adore it! Thank you, did you- No, no, you couldn't have known... I don't think I mentioned? Aah... [even in this form, he's soft and taken aback in his expression. Clearing his throat, he fights for some composure to answer]

That first love of mine. Whom became a druid... his shape was a boar. I'm really very fond of them, now. This is truly marvelous, Caster. [he's hugging it]