Amélie and Spencer
"Aw, no, of course I wouldn't, sweetie..." Spencer protested, with a small smile upon his lips. "I mean, it will have been the first time I heard Marjorie Kempe's works from your tongue, after all..."
He giggled again, and then smiled with an embarrassed air at the picture he was being shown. "Oh cm'on, aren't there any gardening shears on this damned island? I mean - my hair just keeps getting longer and longer, doesn't it?" He chuckled softly yet again, and then suddenly-
He dropped the books inside his arms, to wrap an arm around his daughter and kiss her hair, at the crown of her head. "Merry Christmas, sweetie!"