-☆. Rouge had recently returned from one of her many missions with G.U.N., heading to the doorstep of her home - though, walking there, she saw a nicely wrapped object; obviously a gift. From who, she didn't know, but she had an idea of who it could've been from, though they'd never admit it if she had asked.

Picking it up gently (in case it was fragile), she had soon realized it was a rock - clearly one from Angel Island, due to the marks and texture. It was horribly wrapped - but, the red bow was silky and soft to the touch, so Rouge decided to let it pass; just this once.

Knuckles had been secretly watching from afar - he desperately wanted to see Rouge's reaction to the rock he had picked out - after all, if he found it pleasing, he'd hope his girlfriend would, too. Although it wasn't a gem (which he knew Rouge had a fondness for), he had hoped she'd at least appreciate what the gesture meant.