Marco nodded again, this time smiling. "We do. I want you to have a good Christmas. You deserve it. I just want you to have good things, you know? So... Yeah. Merry Christmas." He leaned over, close enough that he could touch his forehead to hers. One day he might be able to actually kiss the girl, but for now, this felt intimate enough to him without being weird.
"Deal," he said as he stood. "But I'm gonna need at least three tree-shaped ones. And I'm gonna get you ham! Hold on, I'm gonna get... Hold on." He smiled again, then wandered off to get her a pile of food that he imagined she already knew was delicious.