[He's very... showy in his movements. Which is just a small observation of hers from over the year-and-more she's known him, now; he's just very wiggly and flourishy about things he does, even if they're largely unnecessary motions.
She's decided she likes it.

But that said - she does, indeed, pull him along - not harshly, but enough for a noticeable tug on his arm - into the keep proper, leading him to where the sofa sits.
Still keeping that other hand of hers hidden as she does, of course, but she takes him over before flopping down on her own and guiding him to join her.]

Sooo~ooo, after you logged off and stuff and Ibuki ran around like a chicken with its head cut off getting herself all nice, she took a moment to think about something, aaaand -

Here!

[Without looking at him, that hidden hand of hers gets thrust toward him - revealing it to be a bag like one would get for a birthday gift, complete with tissue paper and such. All of that looks pre-loved, like it was from her own birthday party...
(It was. It was absolutely from her party that he threw her. It's completely noticeable.)

But inside it is a black jacket of sorts; a nice suede sort of fabric with nice looking hems and a sewn on decal of a skull on its shoulder.
Also noticeable is the fact that the hem of the collar is unfinished, held together with safety pins.)]

It's not done yet... Ibuki's been working on it like a madwoman the last week-or-two!
But it's done enough for tonight, right? I was thinking, y'know, if I'm gonna get all dolled up and stuff, it's only fair that you do, too!
Sooo, this got some safety pins to hold it steady, and you can wear it for tonight!

... You know, if you want.

[She'd started looking at him partway through that - but ends up turning her face away again, obviously in some awkward show of embarrassment.
Like giving someone a gift is mushy or something.]