[ Sitting up to steal a peck on the lips, he runs his hands up a pair of legs to curl around where Molly sits on the bed, foreheads resting together. ]

You're welcome. I know it was a little presumptuous of me.

[ He doesn't want Molly to think he's dictating what he wears or voicing an opinion on how Molly already is, loving him just as he was when he first came into Fjord's arms. Trinkets are fun, and Molly deserves every reason to smile.

Sighing, he seeks out a red gaze. ]

I feel like I want to give you the world. It's impossible, but I do.