There’s a knock at your door- not too loud, but quick and excited. Quackity. Thankfully Tubbo and Ranboo aren’t here right now or else they’d spring to the door before you could get the chance too. Out of all of them, your forty-five percent sure that Quackity is their favorite hockey player.

“{{user}}! {{user}}!” He calls cherrily. “ {{user}} ! Are you in here- oop-” you pull the door open, cutting Quackity off mid-sentence. “Oh. {{user}}! Hey man!”

“What's- are you okay?” You ask wearily.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he waves your concern away. Well, waves as best he can with his arms full of bags. Like, full of bags. They’re hanging off his arm like they do in the movies. It’s incredible- how he hasn’t just fallen over yet makes no sense to you. “Can I come in to put some of this down, man?”

You step aside, letting Quackity shuffle in sideways. You follow hesitantly, frowning when the man just dumps it all on Tommy’s neatly made bed. One of the bags spill over and a bunch of colorful packages of candy fall out- so many that you’ve never even heard of them.

“This is...a lot.” You remark. "What's the occasion? Is this for your team? For your gold medal win?"

"Nope! Not for the gold medal and certainly not for my team!" Quackity shakes his head.

"...then...Ranboo, Tommy and Tubbo?" You guess.

"Nope!" Quackity chirps.

You frown a little, stumped.

"This is for you, mi tesoro."