“I…wanted to give you this” Pentious extended his hands, a little brown box neatly tied with a bow rested in his palms. “I made it…for you” his face was flushed and he was so obviously nervous.

You smile, gently taking the gift from his hands and plucking the bow free. Inside was a little mechanical version of your favourite animal.

Sir Pentious was nervously tapping his fingers together. “Do you like it?” He blurted nervously