*nodding, having already thought of this* Grandma Gilda says Ruthie likes frogs, frog-things, stuff with frogs on them... so, yeah. I have no idea what to get her.
*watches you with a faint smile and wonders if you have any idea how cute your thinking-face is* Some sleep would probably be a good idea. Another long day tomorrow, when I get back to my side of the hills. *squeezes you a bit* There're a few people who'd be annoyed if I fried myself.
*very willingly gathers you back in, one hand slipping up to clasp the side of your neck, his thumb grazing your earlobe* *whuffs a soft chuckle against your lips* It would be my pleasure, Jackie. *hmms sweetly* And yours, too.