Val puts a hand on her heart in mock horror. "Me? Ditch you for a chess champion in a sweater-vest? I'm almost insulted. Now if he was wearing a lab-coat and holding the formula for the cure for cancer, then...maybe."
She grins, sitting down at the breakfast table and watching him open the package. He'll find a complete set of rare, hard to find, first edition spell books. "You have no idea how hard it was for me to get my hands on those," she says, pouring herself a glass of orange jucice, "Some lady was just selling them at her yard sale. I had Daddy triple-check with several sources to make sure they were authentic."
And at the bottom, folded neatly, is a nice Italian silk dress shirt.
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