When Ariane picks up the notebook Alec doesn't know what to expect in the most literal sense. There's no reference point to build an expectation on. His knee bounces idly under the table as he waits for whatever will happen to happen.

The joke makes him grin, a tiny, close-lipped thing. He lifts his chin and sinks back a bit precariously on the stool he's perched on.

"Yeah?" He says, light and quiet. "Thanks. You can keep it, if you want."

It is, technically, already in her notebook, but whatever.