A little drawing based on the story "Burns to Smithereens" by EinMondsoldat, Chapter 11: Ossified Opalescence (AO3), it really touched me a lot, acts of affection always do.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39170115/chapters/100746168
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When they arrived at the restaurant Burns instructed him to carry the package inside. They sat it down on their reserved table. After their orders were taken Smithers asked, "So, what's this?"
Burns clasped his hands together. "It's for you." He blinked. "Me?"
"Who else would it be for? There shall be no gooseberry for this outing. Open it, won't you?"
Smithers hesitated, only because he had one of those peculiar abhorrences to tearing into something that looked so fine. He gripped the package. "Really, sir, you don't have to get me anything. You especially don't have to go all out and get it specially wrapped." The paper really was nice; thick, iridescent lavender. Was that on purpose? Did Burns recognize his favorite color?
"Would you just open it?"
He swallowed his guilt, and tore the paper. His heart skipped a beat. "Oh… Mr. Burns…"
"Is it not to your liking? I'll be damned if I know anything about these things, so I had to inquire from someone who did. If he steered me wrong, I'll-"
"No, no, Monty," he fought back the tears, the lump threatening to form in his throat. "She's perfect ."
And she was, without a doubt, the 1985 Elsewhere Convention Exclusive Malibu Stacy, of which fifty units were ever made. To even see one with one's own eyes was incredible, to touch one even more so. He trailed his fingers over the mint box, gazing at the pretty plastic lady within; the material holy grail of Waylon Smithers.
"I don't even know what to say, Monty. I'm… this… this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you."
But worth more than a thousand 1985 Elsewhere Convention Exclusive Malibu Stacys was Burns' genuine, fully displayed, elated smile. "You see, I do pay attention."
"Without a doubt, sir."
