Bringing Dennis presents was always a thrill. His excitement about things was just one of the many, many things about him that Rose had fallen for when they had first met. “Mm, happy birthday, love,” she cooed into his hug, then leaned back with a grin. “But if you’re going to send bugs through that thing, I’m giving mine to Rolf. Just saying.” It wasn’t that she was scared of bugs, she just wasn’t particularly fond of them either and much preferred other things to them; things such as sweets and treats and rings or secret messages.
It spoke heaps of Rolf’s ability to both find the perfect presents but also keep a secret, that Rose kept stretching her neck to be able to see what Dennis would find inside the wrappings. Her eyes widened, just like her smile did; Dennis’ excitement was infectious, when she too got to see what it was. She clapped, laughing with delight when Dennis’ put the bag on his head and a good third of him simply disappeared into it. Her smile, however, faded slightly and turned into a grimace of slight distrust as she shook her head. “Nooo,” she whined. “Please don’t put me in the bag! I’ll go everywhere with you, but not in a baaaaag.”