Anna Min's expression twitched slightly at the kiss. She wasn't sure if she wanted to yell at him for going away or cry (for about a million reasons) or what. She was still working hard to stay calm, like everything was perfectly normal now that he was here, though. It took another moment's hesitation but she leaned to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Wodehouse," she answered, closing a finger between the pages so he could look at the cover. A lot of adults didn't understand the humor in Wodehouse, but Anna Min thought it was a riot. She read it when her usual fare, which tended to be depressing and contemplative and deep, got to be too heavy. And sometimes she read it when she was just plain stressed, which happened more often than it ought to because of the amount of time she spent (over)thinking.

"I'm glad you liked your birthday present," Anna Min murmured before her father could make a comment about the mood she had to be in to read Wodehouse.