Wendy dear!
"This is really nice of you," Chandler noted, shifting the ever-growing tower of scrapbook paper in his arms. They were every shade of the rainbow, many with glittery designs that twisted and swirled. Lots of pink, too, that was the main theme; pink hearts, pink bows, pink glitter, pink pink pink. Oh--Lavender too, of course, and Chandler's eyebrows rose as he spotted an aisle of the crafts store that seemed completely dedicated to the color. Huh. He had never actually attempted a craft outside of the tiny projects the library holds in the children's area, but Wendy's determination to create a baby book of sorts for her friend was opening up a whole new world of items to him.

Wendy was opening up a whole new world of a lot of things to him, but glue sticks and stickers was her current project.

Chandler still found it hard to believe that he was actually speaking to Wendy without stuttering, or that his throat didn't close up from nerves. All those years of being terrified to even say her name seemed like such a waste, but he did remind himself (often!) that they were just friends, and he could handle being friends. It was that whole---next level...thing that got his insides all jumbled and twisty.

"Does a person really need all this glitter?" he asked, honestly astounded at the jar of glitter that was nearly as heavy as a dictionary (he often based the weight and size of things off his books---that's what he knew!).