"Thank you," he mouths, although the wine's probably going to go to Clint anyway, since he doesn't drink it. He's never really liked the taste and it doesn't affect him much at all. But it's a gift and he's thankful for it. It wasn't like they could just go out and shop or something. Maybe it'll taste good cooked in something.

He carefully folds up whatever it was wrapped in, and puts it away somewhere, and then gestures for her to open her gift.