[she stares at it for a second, a slow smile creeping its way across her face. just like she's never going to get over the idea of owning things, she'll never get over getting gifts either.

it's enough to make her not feel insulted by his picking on her, and she only rolls her eyes (the effect lost due to her smile) as she puts the charm in the pocket of the dungarees she's wearing).] We're going to survive this, because when I stop having feelings, I have to be annoyed at you for calling me short.