"You got what for my mother?"
Nick nodded. He turned to his window.
I pulled softly at a clump of his brown hair. "Why?"
He turned back and sighed with a small grin. "It's completely unexpected, so I thought, 'Hey, why not?'"
"You are strange," I said with the utmost seriousness.
He made a weird face and turned back to the window.
I poked his back. When he did not flinch, I poked him harder.
"D'you want to know what I got for you?" he grinned, not turning from the window.
I sighed. "Honestly, I really don't want to know."
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