She liked his laugh. She had heard few humans laugh in her short stay with Cleaveland. His would always be her favorite, but she liked this peculiar young man's laugh..and his smile. It reached all the way to his eyes.
She nodded a little absently, confirming her name, looking up, up, up, gazing at the top of the tree. Was that...a star..?
Story whipped her head to him again, and stared at the brightly packaged gift. The paper itself was beautiful..she looked at the ripped and thrown paper around Sirius--one is to..open it. Hesitantly, she reached out to touch it. Then, she lightly climbed down to her knees, still in awe. A gift? Really?