[ Jefferson glances back at Kenzi, seeming way too delighted by the concept of Amazon. It definitely appeals to his antisocial tendencies. But then he lets out a snort as she goes back to the romantic angle. ]
I don't have any of those. [ Who on earth would be his secret admirer? He's about to return his attention to the cookies-- or, rather, actually starting on the cookies-- when Kenzi lets out such a delighted squeal at the box's contents: a little stuffed rabbit, wearing a smart little outfit.
He can picture somebody else holding it, a little girl with dirty blonde hair, an uneven braid... For some reason, it hurts to think about, and Jefferson blinks and turns back to the counter. He wipes at his eyes, disturbed to find them wet when he doesn't even know why he should be upset. ]
It must've been sent here by mistake. You can keep it.
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I don't have any of those. [ Who on earth would be his secret admirer? He's about to return his attention to the cookies-- or, rather, actually starting on the cookies-- when Kenzi lets out such a delighted squeal at the box's contents: a little stuffed rabbit, wearing a smart little outfit.
He can picture somebody else holding it, a little girl with dirty blonde hair, an uneven braid... For some reason, it hurts to think about, and Jefferson blinks and turns back to the counter. He wipes at his eyes, disturbed to find them wet when he doesn't even know why he should be upset. ]
It must've been sent here by mistake. You can keep it.