Duncan and Quinn
His grin grew wide enough to threaten his lower jaw about falling off. "Alright," he said, and shuffled closer to a table so he had somewhere to put the wrapping paper.
His expressions went from curious, to surprised, to touched. A journal and a pen? How did she know? He looked up as he put the pen against the journal so he had a free hand to hug her one-armed like. "Thank you, Quinn, this is lovely. How did you know? I love to write." He gave her a kiss on the cheek in a friendly manner, the scent of cologne lingering as he leaned away. "Thank you!"