[ On the coffee table in the living room are two presents. One, just so happens to be addressed to you! ]
[ You got... a bottle of THE HARD STUFF. Perhaps someone thought you needed this, or maybe there is just a kid who thinks you're a hardened general and this is clearly what advanced soldiers would drink. It's hard to say, but the all capitalized and sloppy handwriting gives the anonymous sender away. ]
Opposed to food, you're not picky about alcohol. A drink is a drink to you. Though, this particular brand seems to be better than many at any in case. The gift giver certainly didn't hobble down to the nearest gas station and bought the first beer they can find. No, this is actually kind of, sort of, thoughtful.
He uncorks the bottle and takes an appraising swig. Definitely meeting his expectations, he takes another. “‘ey, thanks,” he glances briefly at the accompanying note. “Kitkat.”
He’ll be sure to savor it.