[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]
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[She hums in a way he's no doubt familiar with by now; the kind where she knows he's not telling the truth, but there's no point arguing with him further about it. Instead, she reaches onto the floor by the bed and plops a wrapped package in his lap.]
This is for you! Well, it's part of your present, anyway. Open it, open it!
[It's soft the touch, the paper crinkling around whatever's inside as if there's not much resistance to it. If he listens and opens it, he'll find a plush of a seal pup that looks remarkably like the one they'd saved in Lyrabar. Odds are she'd commissioned it to be made by a craftsworker in Faerun instead of a purchase from Fantasy Costco.]