Susie Derkin's Apartment, Friday Evening

"Here." Calvin (and his cleanest shirt) held out a box (which certainly hadn't previously been a shoebox) covered in wrapping paper at Susie. "Because, you know, Valentine's."

"Thanks, Calvin," Susie told him, with an expression Calvin could have sworn was suspicious(which made no sense), before opening the box.

After several moments Calvin decided to fill in the silence. "Hobbes helped me pick it."

"...I'll bet he did." For some weird reasons she looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or glare.

"Well, not pick that exactly, he said that girls like hearts and candy and things like that, but nothing in the stores actually looked like a heart so I had to find a mould and gummy recipes and all that kind of stuff," Calvin said. Proudly. "So...what do you think?"

"It's very...you."

Calvin beamed at her. "Great, so I'll just get going then."

"You're hopeless, Calvin," Susie said, laughing and putting down the box.

Calvin was going to ask what she meant by that but she was grabbing hold of his shirt and...oh. "...or I could stay. Yeah, that works too."