Cupping his cheeks and giving him the motherly stare, she shook her head. "Listen to me. This was a gift, not a trade. I don't want anything in return, you understand?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever," he told her, waving her off. He'd give her something in return anyways; maybe some chocolate if he could find it at the market. Or maybe... nice soaps? He had no idea what to get a woman for her birthday.












