[The way Marco's inclined to think about it, Fiddleford's past is exactly why he needs to keep himself in check when it comes to these matters. Not everyone grows up with parents who can afford every single item on your letter to Santa, be it a modest one or otherwise; not everyone has good clothes and food and no need to worry about getting sick and a new phone every year.
But, well, he's not going to interrupt Fiddleford. And...
He's not sure if he gets it. He's not sure what it is that he's having trouble grasping, either. Perhaps it's the implication that he is what's important, not the jewelry. It might be that.
Although he feels strangely humbled, he ends up finding a few words.]
It has to be something we both love. A... [A deep breath. A smile.
Fiddleford McGucket is so incredibly important to him, too.]
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But, well, he's not going to interrupt Fiddleford. And...
He's not sure if he gets it. He's not sure what it is that he's having trouble grasping, either. Perhaps it's the implication that he is what's important, not the jewelry. It might be that.
Although he feels strangely humbled, he ends up finding a few words.]
It has to be something we both love. A... [A deep breath. A smile.
Fiddleford McGucket is so incredibly important to him, too.]
A perfect union of our tastes.