"Ha, ha, ha," he mumbled at the Grinch comment. She was entirely too chipper in the morning, though he would never admit that he didn't mind it so much. In the few months since they'd met, he'd come to truly care about and value Amy's friendship.
Though when she was persistently annoying, such as now, he often wondered at his sanity. He sat up, the blankets falling around his thin, almost scrawny waist. He was only fifteen, but he absently thought that maybe he should start working on his physical fitness more.
"'Morning, Amy," he said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with one hand. He yawned then, and scrubbed his face. Then he opened his eyes and looked at her, a curious glint in them. "Did you say something about presents?"