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There was never a need to be subtle about it back home. If Donnie wants hugs, Donnie gets hugs.

Caution isn't a bad thing, but I'm free to enable you to be nice to a world that wants to be not that.

Hmmm.

Neutral as of yet? I suppose I'll decide when I see how you react to me taller. It should happen in the next few years. I should actually check our heights, we may be taller, the shedding is pretty bad this year.

If Donnie wants to tackle a pigeon into a pillowfort, Donnie tackles a pigeon. [ … Hm. Wow. She really is dropping honorifics more easily now, isn't she.

… That's probably fine. ]

Thanks. [ Leans down, SHE BENDY, to affectionately boop her forehead against his. ]

[ And then she pauses ]

[ Glances him over, head cocked ]

You're taller. About two inches.

That too. Its a real bad day if someone else doesn't want to be touched.

[Bumps her back.]

...you can tell that by sight alone?

Yeah?

[ Tilts her head the other way, nodding decisively to herself. ]

I know what you look like. I know how you feel when I hold you.

....

[BLUSHING]

[A LOT]

[ gently pokes his cheek ]

Cute.

[Chirp.]

You brought something?

[Pluck pluck pluck.]

Two things.

[ shifts her brush to the other hand, and her scratches to his other leg ]

One is a coupon for free pizza. Any flavor you like. Just tear it and it'll appear. The other is - [ glances at the bundle. ]

[ she's so, so nervous about this ... ]

I made you something. Just finished it today.

...are you sure you want to give that, pizza is very awesome. [HE WANTS IT, BUT ALSO IMPORTANT TO CHECK.]

[He will ask about the other thing in a second, BUT PIZZA.]

Very sure. I saved it specifically for you.

[ Pulls it out of her pocket ]

I like pizza. You love pizza.

And you deserve to be spoiled and doted upon, even if you're a heathen about pineapple. So.

[ Holds out the coupon ]

Here.

Pineapples eat you back, they're a weird food.

[Immediate.]

[HE IS TAKING IT THOUGH.]

[HE CHECKED, SHE SAID YES TWICE, HIS NOW.]

Heathen.

[ Rolls her eyes, but like. Affectionately. He's cute. ]

Enjoy, darling.

[He is going to carefully, CAREFULLY put it on the night stand.]

When spring is done. I wouldn't be able to properly enjoy it right now.

[ Look at that smile. That's what she was hoping to see. ]

After spring. And, y'know, I'm gonna practice cheese-making, so I mmmmmight be able to make some homemade for you, too.

Do you know the process for cheese making?

I know the science. [ Thank you, library ruin. ] So I just gotta put that theoretical knowledge into practice.

And one of the ruins is dairy, right? I haven't been yet.

Uh huh. I was gonna do a run later if nothing comes up. That instant hot chocolate powder is way better in milk than in water … [ and she really, really needs hot chocolate after all of this bullshit. ]

So I could fetch some for Egg, if you want. Hot chocolate and cheesperimentation.

That would be appreciated. I don't even know the trick yet. [Or the spice one.]

[Because both will be Real Fun, mister can't stop thinking powerhouse.]

You had something else?

The dairy ruin is easy enough. Just be nice to the animals and stay on the right side of the fence; they're guarded by lizard ... dog, things.

[ Shhhhhhhe ... pauses, because okay, okay, okay ]

[ Scoots away to retrieve the neatly wrapped bundle: black silk with purple ribbons, setting it down in front of him. It's pretty sizeable, and it's clearly got some weight to it. ]

Right. Okay. Here it is.

Lizard dog things?

[He will sit up so she can scoot.]

...you made this?

[He will take the bundle to start unwrapping it.]

Livestock guardians. Big teeth.

[ DEEP BREATH. ]

Y-Yeah. Let me know what you think ...

[ As he unwraps it, it becomes clear that it's a quilt. Purple, of course, in shades she knows he likes, and satin, of course, because it's Donnie. The border has a pretty pattern of snekwolves, turtles, and pigeons, painstakingly hand-stitched. And the quilt squares themselves …

Each and every one of them has circuitry patterns, all different, all carefully researched and replicated — they're actual, legitimate patterns that he can follow and make sense of; that he'll probably recognise. Some are more complicated than others, but all of them have love and attention poured into every single detail. She's gone all out with this; spent hours and hours and hours working to make it the best it could possibly be. On one of the inside corners, she's stitched, "For Donnie, with love ♥" underlined with an itty bitty stylized feather.

And it's weighted. She knows his preferences by now, just by being around him so often, and she chose one that he tends to favour most often as far as she can tell. ]

[ She waits, hands clasped tight in her lap, and hopes that he likes it. ]

[BAKING SUPPLIES is the one I was thinking of. Three ruins it is.]

[He unwraps it and unfurls it. Looking down at it. Hand tracing over it.]

[Staring.]

[Chirp.]

You have put me in the position of I absolutely want this in my nest, but also I don't want to make it messy.

[ That's a good sign? That's a good sign. It sounds like a good sign, he wouldn't want it in his nest if he didn't like it, right, and that chirp was positive, she knows it was - ]

It's washable, but -

Maybe not that washable, yeah.

... You like it?

Maybe it would be okay if I keep it tied up as a pillow, the pillows are usually fine.

I love it.

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