Cecilia sighed and shot Oliver a Look at being called darlin', but managed to resist the urge to correct him. Like he said, it was Christmas, and Oliver and Edwin were clearly enjoying themselves. "Okay, okay," she agreed. "But you go on ahead," she added, waving Edwin on. Neptune was still happily gnawing on his bully stick, so Cecilia stood to inspect the largest box in her pile. She felt a little awkward, but tore a corner and peeled back the paper anyway. When she saw the label on the box underneath, she gave a surprised laugh and looked back at Oliver.
"Why do I get the sneaking suspicion that this is more of a gift for you than it is for me?"