The initial irritation with his Father hasn’t faded, in truth. But the rational, and perhaps slightly more bitter, part of him realizes that he shouldn’t be surprised. Not knowing the designer’s track record of inconsideration. But the same feeling doesn’t hold true for scarf’s honest maker, as he can’t imagine the genuinely kind girl he knew to be capable of anything even remotely underhanded. No, there was another explanation, of that he was certain... And, if nothing else held true, it was still a lovely gift that he cherished. One that its true crafter deserved his gratitude for.