Juno snorted at Marco's sly grin and his joke. "Well, that's one of the why's. For sure."
She sighed, nostrils flaring. "When we're done here we're gonna turn our backs on each other, okay, and open each other's gifts. And try to break it to each other gently. Deal?"
There were legitimate giggles as Marco picked out things from her crate. She was excited about the pajamas the most, oddly enough, but the posters were amazing too. In fact, it was all amazing. Even the dress. "A Lilo dress! It goes with your Stitch onesie!" She said, setting it down as Marco opened the present that seemed to throw him off.
She didn't know what it was, but it wasn't a boat. Surely a boat wasn't made out of fabric. Juno shook her head in skepticism but didn't respond before Oliver was called and came over, explaining what she assumed was a git from him. "Oh it's like a me-time cradle? I dig that." She patted Oliver's hand, then picked up the narwhal. "Thanks for my gifts by the way! Look at this dapper motherfucker!"