"Cat ears?" S repeats, pulling a face, though there's no real displeasure in it. He doesn't have any particular interest in wearing earmuffs that look like cat ears, but he knows that J is just as aware of it as he is, and Christmas or not, he doesn't think either of them is all that prone to giving frivolous gifts. They've never had enough money for that. Darrow has offered more stability in that regard, between his job and the money they both get from the city, but he still doubts they're about to go in a more extravagant direction. Everything he got is meant to be used; he's willing to bet that the same is true for J, too.

With the way J picks up the bag, though, S is pretty sure that he doesn't know what it's for, which is bizarrely endearing. Biting back a wider smile, he nods toward it and explains, "It's for the camera. So you don't have to just carry it around. And there are pockets for film and lenses and that sort of thing." He didn't get any additional lenses for J's camera, at least not this time around. There were so many choices, and he didn't know yet how the camera itself would be received. If J does wind up taking to it, though, it might be a good option to have for future special occasions.

And that's still nice, too, thinking ahead to future Christmases and birthdays and anniversaries, knowing they might just get that. It has him distracted enough that he almost forgets to reach for another present, grinning sheepishly as he finally does so.