She opened her mouth to remind him she wasn’t perfect, but his exclamation cut her off. Huffing a brief laugh, she picked it up and wrapped it around his throat and did up the toggles. “There. Now when the pack teases you about scarves you can just pull a long face and say you have to wear it because I made it for you.”
“I don’t care if they tease me — I love it!” He absently stroked the material as it was wrapped around his neck, before angling his head to lock eyes with her, a tender smile tugging at his lips. “I got you a present too … but I didn’t make it because I’m creatively challenged. I hope that’s okay?”
She smiled back, eyes crinkling. “It’s fine! I just made it because I’m poor and making things is cheap.” She tweaked the wrap a bit around his throat.