Marius knows the importance of books from his own time with them in Paris. He knows how even one story can change someone's life, and so he's happy to bestow one as a gift to someone who prizes reading as much as he does, if not more.

"Yes, entirely for you," Marius says with a smile of his own and a nod, holding out the wrapped gift towards her. "I found it in a nice shop in town, and I couldn't pass it by because I thought of you. I do hope you'll enjoy it. It's not the sort of book you'll find in most libraries." His eyes sparkle as he speaks, eager to see Liesel's reaction to the book of fairy tales written in her own language.

He notices, then, the book she's pushed out from beneath a cushion, and he tilts his head in its direction, curious. "And what's that you've got there? A book you were reading?"