[ hilda please, he is not as young as he used to be and his metabolism is NOT what it would need to be to consume a biscuit that size. save him the literal heart attack, and let's just stick with the metaphorical ones.
also, here's the thing - her very self-satisfied quiet is absolutely noted. beyond noted. if anything, it's sparking even more suspicion which - as sam gets to the actual unwrapping of said present, is entirely earned. and deserved. ]
Hilda, girl- [ she says do you like it and sam nearly dives across the table to cover her mouth. does he like it? is the sky blue? do the birds sing? sam's eyes are huge as he looks over the cutout, and after another moment, he erupts into a fit of laughter. ] This is the greatest present I've ever gotten. Ever. You understand that, right?
[ and here's the thing: he's not exaggerating. that's just how much he loves it. he can't even take his eyes off of it. ] Holy shit.
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also, here's the thing - her very self-satisfied quiet is absolutely noted. beyond noted. if anything, it's sparking even more suspicion which - as sam gets to the actual unwrapping of said present, is entirely earned. and deserved. ]
Hilda, girl- [ she says do you like it and sam nearly dives across the table to cover her mouth. does he like it? is the sky blue? do the birds sing? sam's eyes are huge as he looks over the cutout, and after another moment, he erupts into a fit of laughter. ] This is the greatest present I've ever gotten. Ever. You understand that, right?
[ and here's the thing: he's not exaggerating. that's just how much he loves it. he can't even take his eyes off of it. ] Holy shit.