[ Next time, Sam. Next time she'll plan an elaborate gift that will involve a giant biscuit because frankly, he deserves it. And she'll rope Sylvain into it because she probably doesn't want to bake it herself never mind figure out the measurements and ingredients needed for a biscuit that big.
It should be noted that while Sam begins his humble refusal of her gift she stays remarkably quiet. There's no insistence that he does, in fact deserve gifts, or telling him off for being humble because she's trying incredibly hard to hide the smile (and by that we mean not hard at all) behind her teacup. If there was anything to compare it to, it would be a mother trying hard not to look smug about a present that she knows she did well on on Christmas morning.
But once Sam's own grin begins to break quickly across his own face, there's no point in hiding it anymore. She looks positively pleased with herself. More pleased than she's ever been during her time here in fact. ]
Do you like it? I thought your room could use a little decor. Or Steve's. Whoever you think it's more appropriate for, really.
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It should be noted that while Sam begins his humble refusal of her gift she stays remarkably quiet. There's no insistence that he does, in fact deserve gifts, or telling him off for being humble because she's trying incredibly hard to hide the smile (and by that we mean not hard at all) behind her teacup. If there was anything to compare it to, it would be a mother trying hard not to look smug about a present that she knows she did well on on Christmas morning.
But once Sam's own grin begins to break quickly across his own face, there's no point in hiding it anymore. She looks positively pleased with herself. More pleased than she's ever been during her time here in fact. ]
Do you like it? I thought your room could use a little decor. Or Steve's. Whoever you think it's more appropriate for, really.