A short drabble written for the mun over at @theinnerbabysitter. Thank you for always being here for this blog! I really appreciate it!!!
He was…nervous, to say the least, when coming face-to-face with Susan again. She had the stubbornness of her mother, to say the least, and their relationship lately had been a bit strained. Still, she was his granddaughter, and he was loathe to let her go completely unspoiled. Perhaps he was a bit human in that regard.
It had taken him quite a while to think of something she might like, especially now that she had grown up. A ‘My Little Binky’ set might have appeased her when she was younger; now, she would likely not appreciate the gesture much, if at all. (Even if she claimed only to do the duty for the horse, at times.)
Still, he thought about it for quite a while before deciding on a delicate, well-painted statue of a gnome. He didn’t know why that seemed like the right choice; it just called to him. So he bought it, and he wrapped it clumsily in brown paper (really, how was a body supposed to wrap something so lumpy?), and he braced himself to knock on her door. It had been a few months since he’d returned to the Disc, but they did not talk often. He hoped she was home.
SUSAN? He asked, when she opened the door. I HOPE THIS IS NOT TOO BAD OF A TIME. I GOT YOU SOMETHING.
He handed it over quickly, and waited for her reaction. With any luck, he’d chosen as well as he’d hoped.
















