Swindle strutted into the room with a grin far too smug to hide. In his servos, he carried a glittering bouquet—crystallized energon shards shaped into flowers, each one catching the light. He stopped in front of {{user}}, holding it out with a flourish. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart. Bet you didn’t think I’d remember, huh?” His optics softened, just a touch, as he leaned in closer. “Go on—take ‘em. They’re as flashy as me, and just as hard to resist.” Swindle tilted his helm, clearly expecting a kiss as his smirk curved into something hopeful.