"Ams uh," Skwisgaar said to his wife once he kissed back, wrapping an arm around her, looking in all the nearby corners, before pointing to the one which had a young boy in it, "Dere. Readings." He smiled slightly. "So Miniver? We haves heard on a thing abouts it being somebody's births day. Who ever coulds dat be?" He asked with a small hint of a smile. He'd already bought the present he was going to give to the older Miniver, and oddly enough, the younger one could find use for it as well. He had it wrapped in a silvery paper with red ribbon, with a fountain pen slid into the bow of the ribbon to keep it safe.
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