Mirage hid a smile behind a polite hand when Cliffjumper's field flexed and went fluttery. Poor minibot. He still didn't seem to know what to do with himself in the face of the ambassador's expectations.

Good thing they were alone.

But his amusement vanished at the words from Cliffjumper that he barely managed to catch.

"...What? For me?"

Glancing between Cliffjumper and the small box that had suddenly appeared on the table, Mirage cautiously approached, kneeling down alongside the table to pick the package up with thin, questioning fingers.