I gave her 3 things when we walked home together, then leaned on the wall of the Marble Cemetery to continue our conversation.
1) A saying, one I learned in Maine, where you have to be from there for several generations before you're considered local. They say, The kittens may be born in the oven but that don't make them biscuits.
2) A joke. This is the standard version: A Chinese guy turns to a Jewish guy in a bar, punches him, and says, "Fu*k you and your people for sinking the Titanic!"
The Jewish guy: "Huh? It was an iceberg..."
Chinese guy: "Iceberg, Goldberg, Steinberg, all the same."
3) A hug.