"Hey, I didn't forget! Tadaaaa!" Thank goodness for 'phones' and their reminders about friends' birthdays.
What he hands to his half-foot friend is a new leather pouch! It's not big, but it probably holds its fair share of trinkets. And the other is a rolled-up piece of paper with a pretty decent drawing of a dryad that he drew himself.
"Happy birthday, Chilchuck!"
❝ Oh. ❞ the pouch was soft under his fingertips, and the drawing looked like it had been made with extra care—even more so than laios's normal obsessive monster doodles. chilchuck grumbled slightly under his breath, head ducked to hide the faintest hint of red at the tips of his ears. ❝ I... forgot. Thanks, Laios. ❞ and if there was a slight warmth in his chest born from old memories of his daughters giving him gifts on his birthdays, well, the tall-man didn't need to know that.