Shopping for female Elves was, quite possibly, one of the most difficult events a man could face. Especially when it was shopping for a nice gift to aid and accompany apology.
The first question that you always had to ask was "is this thoughtful enough", the answer was usually a resounding "no" followed by an incredible amount of over-thinking. If you could get past that, the second was always "am I going to look like I'm kissing ass," which always seemed to be a resounding "yes", inevitably starting the process back over again. The "will she like it"s and buyers regret came much later.
There was also the notion that if he got one of the Threadneedle women something he'd have to get one for the other to prevent jealousy. Especially if it was something they both liked, like glass vials painted with a thin strip of paint that could be scribed on with chalk and wiped clean later. It would be incredibly handy for bottling plant specimines or other such sundries.
Kharris and Tali would probably find them incredibly practical with the work that they did. So, he purchased two crates full of twenty-five with multi-colored chalk. Both of the women were vibrant, certainly. They liked color. Maybe they would like writing in color! Maybe they wouldn't.
He was definitely over-thinking this. And over-complicating. He had just felt like such an ass after he had brought up Kharris' estranged husband and roughly outed Asarel's shooter in the same conversation. Kharris had been busy since, too busy to be around Silvermoon. Giving a proper apology had been impossible. Using the tweet-box would cheapen it. He had been stupid since it had happened, and as a result to sick to travel to find her and apologize that way. He wouldn't be suprised if she was avoiding him.
He had also slightly upset Tali as well, though it was a different type of upset, by casually discussing her impending death. She had been drinking, rather heavily, since. Maybe if she started working again, she'd stop thinking about it all. She probably wouldn't see the point. He always lost himself in his work when things were stressful, it was a welcome respite. He left Tali's box of vials in their room. He'd pack and mail Kharris' box in the morning with a simple apology note, just in case she was avoiding him.
Cyrena had sent him five cards with names and addresses. He was stressed. It was time to get lost in work.