Violet and the Thorn Bird

Ino wants to fry his own eggs, which is his lifelong dream.However, due to the huge size of the body, it has not been realized for so many years.It will celebrate its birthday again this year, and Gal decided to make this dream come true for it.

"Eno doesn't like the apron that St. Vers gave, because it likes to be shiny, but St. Vers prefers to embroider chickens on the apron instead of inlaid with gems." Gal lay on the head of the bed, flipping through the most fashionable trends at the moment leaf book.

When Fanny has no assignments, she compiles leaf books, covering everything from showing off history to the secrets of the devil, and occasionally writes food reviews. It is always something you want, but it is unexpectedly popular.Because ladies show their waists all the year round, it even became a fashion for a while.

"I love this color, we plastered it all over Eno's apron! It's so shiny, I guarantee it will love it." Gal pointed to the topaz, and said to his partner, "What kind of pattern, no chicks , it just likes to eat eggs, but it doesn't like chickens. How about making it a little dragon? Poor Ino, it is the last dragon in this world, no one will be the pain of its life, unless it is willing to fight with other races Try it. Dwarfs of course not, I can hardly find it when Gray is standing on it, maybe the descendants of giants are good? But they are very poor, I can't guarantee whether the abyss will be peaceful in the future. In addition to the apron, the pan also needs Special order, I should ask Gray, the dwarves shouldn't miss out on this business. The rest are eggs, how about buying them from humans? It must be fresh, otherwise Ino will have diarrhea. We need to find one..."

Borg rolled over on Gal's back from between the quilts, and kissed his lips from the smooth nape of his neck.The two of them touched their lips and tongues between the fluffy pillows, even the quilt gradually slipped off their shoulders, Cal couldn't breathe well, and his tail stuck to Borg's back and slowly brushed.

"Good morning." Borg retreated slightly, then lowered his head and kissed him under the pillow.

"Hmm..." Gal's nasal voice was wet and sticky, he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Berg's neck, rubbing the tip of his nose affectionately with him, "Good morning."

"Woke up so early." Borg propped himself up next to Gal's head, stroking Gal's eyes with his fingers.

"If you can get me to sleep earlier at night, I think I'll look refreshed." Cal's eyes were slightly closed by his caress, "Today we have to visit Sean's house, Cynthia is six years old. Uncle Borg will send What gift for the little girl?"

"Send the moon," Borg said. "Sean gave her the stars."

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

When Cynthia was three years old, Sean asked his daughter what gift she wanted. The little girl bit her finger in distress, and finally pointed to the starry sky.Sean really followed Xinghui from the door of his house to the end of the north, trying his best to win a star, but in the end Heloise asked the dwarf to build one.

"Cubs are amazing guys, they've always had a life-changing quality," Gal said. "If I told Sean I wanted stars, he'd call me crazy. I was a Cub too, so it's not fair. treatment."

"You can try it on me." Borg took the leaf book that was about to slip off, and flipped through Gal's chest, "Huh? He's dead."

"Who? Who's dead!" Gaal lifted his spirits and looked down at his book.

Borg quickly blocked it, looked at Gal, and stretched out his voice, "My devil is still reading Lady's Tale. What's the title of the book, 'The Merry Baron'?"

"Don't laugh at the name, it sums up the content very concisely. Fanny is telling the story of the beauty and the baron, and she's telling the story well. I've been waiting every month." Gal asked vigilantly, "Who died? Baron? No! I like him! He's a smart leading man! And bold, you know they had a tryst in the garden at midnight, Fanny got the mood right and it's a thrilling read. That's a charming man... ...certainly not as good as my partner."

"It sounds like he's much better than me." Borg flipped through the pages of the book and found the man in the picture with black hair and green eyes.Maybe it's a psychological effect, Borg turned out a little interest.

Fanny's life is good, but it can be a bit boring.The mercenary should be struggling between missions, and Borg considered letting her "stimulate" for a while.

"Look at me, Borg." Gal clamped Borg's face, "I swear you are the most handsome, really baby, my passion for you is surging."

"It's so hot." Borg ran his palm around Gal's back, "It's wet and sticky."

The morning light had already penetrated the curtains, and today was not a holiday, so the devil couldn't stay in bed any longer.Borg carried the man into the bathroom and noticed that Gal had recently gained weight.

"Maybe I ate too much." Gal said, leaning on his shoulders, "I sat at my mother and ate nine chicken legs that day, and the elf looked at me as if I was going to eat them in a second. We really don't want to eat them." Are you thinking of staying by the fare river for a long time? The chicken they make is really delicious."

Gal said, even pausing for two seconds to reflect.He buried his head and rubbed against Bog's neck, biting his fangs gently, as if treating Bog like a chicken.Borg turned on the water, and the dwarf's hot water copper ball ding-dong hit, and the steaming water flowed down his strong back.

Gal liked that piece, it felt right to the touch.Borg hadn't put on weight at all, and the feel of his muscles had always fascinated Gal.He lay on Bog's body with his whole body, touching the water on Bog's waist with his fingers, and stroking Bog against the trickle.The tail also liked that piece, and it was sliding up against the side of Borg's leg, the temptation was self-evident.

Borg slapped Gal on the hip, telling him to be quiet.

Take a quick shower, because if you are unhappy, you will always do something else.But there wasn't much time today, and by the time Fanny came to visit, the Demon King had already finished his breakfast.

"My Majesty." The lady came in and took off her hat, her red hair flicked, and she looked at Gal, "Can you show a little spirit? Today is little Cynthia's birthday, and she has been looking forward to you for several days."

"I'm a qualified uncle, and I will never let the little one down." Gal stood up, "Don't tell me that Sean invited someone else, then I'll have to wear a crown and sit on the hard seat, it's like being tortured."

"Who will look at you?" Fanny pouted at Borg, "Everyone is afraid of Borg, who dares to look at the Demon King more."

"My gentlemanly demeanor has never let me say 'no'." Borg watched as Gal buckled the voice box and touched Fanny's palms. "How is Gray? He hasn't been here since the summer." side."

"Then you can catch up on the old days tonight. He is currently researching the egg incubator. The snake man is very interested in this, and he has given the dwarf a considerable reward. He is even reluctant to leave the room for this." Fanny said with her hands on her hips, " But that's fine with me, I've had enough of him telling me what to do! By the gods of the earth, it's time for us to fight when we get a chance."

"Maybe he just wants you to eat more meat." The three of them went out together, Gal waved to the rat man in the flower garden, and continued, "You should have a good chat."

"I don't like meat, and the curly-haired banshee never eats meat! He also laughed at my singing, please, that's why I left the cliff of parting. He shook his beard and said to me, 'Vanny, you are a god God's warning to the banshee, I should have filled his mouth with mud!" Fanny went down the steps, so angry that her heels were about to break.

"That's what stopped you." Borg pushed open the courtyard door, and agreed with Garr to let the lady go first.His expression was a little funny, "Is it because there is no mud at hand?"

"That's right." Fanny stepped out with her skirt in hand, and then looked back slightly proudly, "That's why I smeared his face with beer."

Gal laughed out loud: "I guess he must be angry. He cherishes Longman beer, which is his second favorite after gold coins, and you actually slapped him in the face. Maybe you should let him take a bath with beer, He might just pass out."

"His father has a big opinion on me." Fanny boarded the car pulled by Mushroom, leaned on the back of the seat and hugged the cushion, and said to Gal, "It's a good idea that we don't meet."

Old Brown may have preferred a dwarf girl.

"Hmm," Gal said, "but should a lady listen to her advice? Old Brown's critical eyes didn't bring him what he wanted, let alone this is a matter between you and Gray."

"Or change to a young talent." Borg didn't smoke, but just pinched the cigarette to the tip of his nose, "There are admirers for you all over the world. Be careful, anyone can."

"That doesn't sound like what you said at all." Fanny said, "The devil was in more trouble than Gray back then."

"So why don't we meet." Borg turned the cigarette, "Is there a more suitable way than putting him in front of your eyes? You are much more important to him than beer, and leaving should not be your style."

"The Demon King is more obedient than Gray." Gall raised his hand innocently, "I'm the kind that won't resist, and I'm quite obedient and I won't be caught."

The other two looked at him, and Gal didn't blush at all.

Mushroom carts are the industry of hair pulling banshees. They not only started this business in the wilderness, but also cooperated with Du De to turn the mushroom carts into a necessary tool for going out in the kingdom.

Gal and Borg often live on the edge of the Magic Forest in summer. They have a small courtyard here, and they hired ratmen to take care of the garden, so it is convenient to go anywhere.A dedicated road for mushroom vehicles was built from the Forest of Magic to Ice Lake City, and it took only half a day to reach the place.

Peer was head-first when getting out of the car, and it was so big now that it could only squeeze into one head, rubbing against Gal's arms.

"You made Belle heavier." Gal was pressed on the seat by Belle's head, and he touched Belle's ears with great effort, "Okay, I understand, I miss you too! Good girl! You Dad is about to vomit... Can you show me some face? You don’t want the whole world to receive the news that the devil is being puked by a cub tomorrow, right! Look up, let’s go out and say, I will play with you today ,I mean it."

Belle wrapped Gal up with her ears, dazed for a while, and then led the way happily wagging her tail.

Cal held his chest and let out a long breath.

"They all say you're depressed." Sean leaned on the car with one hand, whistled to Gal inside, and glanced at Berg, who was talking to Seager, "Your partner really doesn't feel good when you're in heat." Show mercy."

"You should ask me why it comes so often." Gall got out of the car.

"Then why is it so frequent?" Sean asked studiously.

"Because I'm always tempted by the smell of Borg." Garrison clicked his tongue, "It comes too often, but the time is shortening. It's like helping me mediate my life. But I have always been normal, and Borg and I have never had a cold war. , and there is no one who is not enthusiastic enough.”

"It's a pity that I don't have a estrus." Sean patted Gal on the back and walked in with him, "Cynthia misses you very much, but you are always occupied by Borg. She has asked me several times why I can't see you. Heloise has a hard time explaining it."

"Tell her I'm sick," Gal said. "I didn't go to the Abyss Tour in the spring."

"...Is it urging you to have a child?" Sean suddenly asked incredulously.

"Huh?" Gal laughed loudly when he heard the words, but he realized that Sean's eyes didn't seem to be joking, so he dragged Sean's collar to the corner, "Stop kidding bro! I'm a male, can you have children? ? If you won't, then neither will I!"

"I don't have horns." Sean complained about the horns, "but you do, Gal, and we're different."

"Goats have horns, too!" Gal said. "Don't tell me you can have babies with horns, it's so weird."

"Then how do you explain the estrus period?" Sean straightened his collar slowly, "From the gods to the present, I have never seen such a willful estrus period, and it is not even regular."

"Hey..." Gal took a step back in horror, "No... this is too weird! It's unheard of! Is there a devil in this world? I need someone to tell me what's going on, I've never heard of such a thing! "

"Stimulation." Sean held Gal's shoulder, "You can talk to Borg, I think he is hostile to all creatures that approach you, but he is good at hiding! This guy is so hypocritical. For example, now, look His eyes, he still smiled at me, but his eyes didn't mean that..."

"If someone hugs Borg like this." Gal licked his fangs, "I'll just throw him to feed Ino, you should applaud that you have retained the advantage of a brother. Also, don't talk about children anymore, it's too scary Oh, it's super scary! I'm a man, I don't need to go to a striptease to prove it, the whole world knows that the devil is a man! Have a baby? You must be foolish here brother."

"Just kidding." Sean let go of Gal, and whispered to Gall when he shook hands with Borg, "But who knows..."

"What were you talking about?" Borg rubbed Gal's shoulder after Sean left, "He's smiling very badly."

"He's becoming more and more of a father," Gal said. "Worries about a lot of . . . nothing."

"Like?"

"Uh, like Cynthia, the devil's little princess, the little daughter of the Valkyrie. Cute little guy, with long flaxen hair like her mother..." Gal was turned away by Borg.

"You blink when you're nervous," Borg said. "What did he say to you?"

"I love you darling." Gal gave Borg a quick kiss.

Borg raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't ask any more questions.

Down the hall came a little girl with lovely long linen braids and lighter green eyes than Gar's ever had.She lifted the hem of her skirt and hit Gal's leg accurately, and Gall immediately leaned over and picked up the little guy.

"Uncle Gal!" Cynthia blinked her innocent eyes, and kissed both of Gal's cheeks, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you very much, too." Gal let her touch his horns, "You've grown taller baby."

"I want to grow taller soon." Cynthia said softly, lying on Gal's chest, "This way I can go out with you. Are you sick uncle? Mom won't allow me to visit you. I have my own mushroom car, and soon can come to your house, but no one agrees. Why don't they agree? Because you are sick?"

"Hmm, a little problem, but it takes time to adjust." Gal said.

"With Uncle Borg?" Cynthia whispered, "Will he hit you? He's a bit fierce, and I'm scared."

Gal laughed: "You will hurt his heart like this. He is very gentle and considerate. There may be rough places, but it will definitely not be to you. I haven't been to you yet, happy birthday Cynthia."

"Will you live here?" Cynthia patted Gal's cheek with her little meaty hand, and she said coquettishly, "I want to play with you."

"Ah..." Gal wanted to refuse, because he was indeed in an unstable state recently, but the little girl looked at him expectantly, her similar green eyes almost filled with tears.So Cal's voice became softer, and he said, "Of course, I'll be here to play with you."

Cynthia hugged Gal's neck, and quietly made a face to Borg who was holding a glass of wine behind him.

Borg didn't even change his eyes, and smiled at the little girl very lovingly.

"Little darling has a big opinion on you." Fanny pretended not to see it, and whispered beside her.

"You know." Borg drank the wine calmly, "I hate little brats the most."

Especially the kid who wants to take Gal.

Sean invited all his friends this time. Gal didn't have to wear a crown to sit on the throne, but he had to hug Cynthia.Cynthia really liked Gall, not only because he had horns and a tail, but also because he was patient with children and enjoyed some childish games.

"If Gal is a father, he must be the best kind." Heloise smiled as she watched her daughter and Gal fight against the city wall.

"Aren't you going to find a child? It will be lonely living with two people." Sean said to Borg, turning his wine glass.

"Thank you." Borg said ruthlessly, "I'm not lonely at all."

"They won't have children, so why think about it?" Gray came from the Deep Army Forest, but he didn't say a few words to Fanny, because they were all sitting together.He was laughing a few times, but found that everyone looked different, "Are you planning to find a child for them?"

"Actually, it may not be impossible." Fanny only dared to stare at her wine glass, but did not dare to look at Borg. "Gal's estrus has been unstable recently, and he looks very tired."

"When did your research direction become childbirth?" Borg drank his wine.

"I think so too." Sean touched the tip of his nose, "Haven't you guys ever talked about this issue? Don't tell me you don't like it, it's between you and Gal."

Borg thought about it seriously for a while.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't like it."

A child would first occupy Gal's body, then his heart.Dividing their inseparable relationship gradually would take away even more of Gal's attention and energy.It's not good at all, at least not for Borg.

"The child is actually very cute," Sig whispered. "Maybe you will change your mind when you see him."

"If, I mean if." Sean tried to change Berg's mind, "If you really have a child, what are you going to do?"

Borg looked at Gall, Cynthia was pillowing on Gall's lap, and the little girl was carrying a storybook and reading to Gall.For a moment, he thought completely and clearly what would happen at home if there was a child.Gal will be very patient with him, he will hug him and kiss him, he will think about the future and the present for him, and he will even turn his eyes to him.

Because that is also love.

The Borg didn't have that part, what little admiration he had for Shaago had faded over the long hard years. The role of "father" is not as easy as it sounds. He not only means to give love, but also means to enter the role of guidance from now on.From now on, he will become the sky, the mountain, and the sea...and become even wider.

This role even makes Borg have a definite "fear".

"I don't know." Borg looked at Gall.

This is a difficult question to answer.He couldn't just throw the "enemy" who had robbed him of his mate, because then Gal wouldn't agree.But he couldn't be as happy as Sean, because he didn't know how to get along with this kind of enemy.He neither wanted these enemies to get close to Gall, nor did he want to get close to them himself.

He's an extremely selfish guy at this moment.

There are so many people who can be parents in the world, why come to Gal?Don't be like this, Gal is the only person in this world who belongs to him, and even he himself can't give up a single bit of existence.

"Maybe I'll give him a candy." Borg put his arm on the back of the chair and said seriously, "Let him go away, as long as he doesn't get close, the stars can discuss it."

I'll give you sugar, I'll give you anything, anything, but you have to stay away from my partner.

"It's like a child." Fanny sighed, and helplessly asked the maid to change the wine again.

At the end, Borg seemed a little drunk, and Gal hugged him, "Wake up honey, what's the matter with you today? What are you talking about?"

"Talk about something special." Sean picked up Cynthia, "Don't cry little girl, your uncle has to take care of his partner, you should go back to sleep with your mother."

"I still want to play with my uncle." Cynthia gripped Gal's hem tightly, and said pitifully, "Please."

Borg put his arms around Gal's waist, and he turned his head to Gall's ear and whispered something, and Gall could only say to Cynthia, "We can continue tomorrow, obedient baby, see you tomorrow, okay? Borg, you Are you okay? How much did you drink, do you want to throw up?"

Borg didn't answer, and Cynthia was still watching her daddy on his shoulder as they left.Borg looked back as he turned, and grinned at Cynthia.

Sean didn't know what happened to his little girl, and burst into tears.

"Bad guys..." Cynthia was heartbroken.

As soon as he kicked the door, Cal backed to the bed, Borg pressed down heavily, and the two of them fell on the bed.

"Still uncomfortable? Can you hear me, Borg." Gal tugged at Borg's back collar, "Let me see you, do you want to throw up, right? Shall I help you, dear."

Borg was breathing heavily. He grabbed Gal's hands and pressed them to his sides, propped himself up and stared at him.Gal's scalp was numb from his stare, and his tail rubbed against his arm.

"Huh?" Gal said. "A kiss?"

Borg bowed his head, Gal touched his lips, and the taste of wine spread from the tip of his tongue numbly.This is a lingering kiss, which raises the body temperature and pulls each other's clothes apart.Borg inserted his hand into Gal's hair, stroking like a cat.Gal let out a sigh, wrapping his tail around Berg's hip.But Borg stopped suddenly, his blue eyes staring at Gal without blinking in the gloom.

"Do you want stars?" Borg raised his hand and put it against his lips, "One or two...I can pick as many as you want."

"That doesn't tempt me," Gal said. "That's what kids like."

Borg was silent for a moment, and pressed against Gal's chest.The devil's heart was beating, and Borg held his hand tightly, as if sharing a heart with him.

"Gal," Borg said, "I love you."

Gal's chest trembled, and he sneered, "You are very... tonight. Of course, I know, I love you too, I say it every day."

"Every day?" Borg confirmed.

"Everyday," Gal said, "Morning Borg, I love you. Goodnight Borg, I love you. I keep repeating this because I like it. Can you hear your heart beating? It's not a 'thump', it's It's 'I love you I love you I love you', you have to translate that."

The two laughed silently, and Gal lay on the bed.The moonlight slipped in through the undrawn curtains, making his eyes a little retrospective.

"You must not know," Gall said, "I'm telling the truth, not sweet talk. The Banshee always guesses who I am, but I was born in the dark and wake up to the sound of my heartbeat. Every day... or Every night? Who knows, it's dark anyway, I make a sound, because it's so lonely, I think maybe I can love someone, if I have him, then I must be more fearless. Where is he... He may be calling me."

Borg closed his eyes and said, "I pray that he will come to me."

Gall whispered, "I beg to go to him."

The two spoke slowly in unison: "I would like to be unique to him, to be the love of his life. I would like to walk hand in hand with him, face the darkness with him, and walk to death with him. I will guard him, protect him, and possess him, Until death."

The rings between the clasped fingers touch each other, so they depend on each other to the end, and don't even separate to the end.There is nothing to be afraid of anymore, because the other party is one's own armor and long sword. Partners give each other the courage to move forward bravely, and also give each other the high spirit that will never fall.

The only reason I am not afraid in this world is that I really love you.It is my laughter through the thorns, and it is also my courage to face the future.

No matter how life is a joke.

It's ok.

Hold each other tightly and walk down, striding forward.Falling down is no longer worth crying out for, nor is night and darkness worth being afraid of.

Our souls are intertwined and will never be separated.

No matter how worried everyone is, it turns out that the devil's estrus period is so willful, and he has no sign of giving birth to a baby.But this is not a pity, at least the parties were relieved.

Gal was just lazy, he was pillowing Borg's legs in the flower garden, and he added some meat to his waist.It felt good for Borg to pinch, and the apron he heard from the Merry Baron all the way to Ino's was not suitable for Topaz.

"It should be blue." Gal touched the ring, "I like blue."

"You can say it frankly." Borg turned to the latest side of the leaf book, "You like me."

"I like mushrooms." Gal said, "Shall I eat mushrooms at night? And grilled fish. Since we want to barbecue, why don't we ask them to come and play together? Cynthia has been thinking about it for a long time. I can't keep saying that I'm sick. It will make the children feel that I'm sick." It's not right to be weak, the devil is a strong guy. Should I keep the apron about Ino a secret? It's always impatient, it's a surprise, and the surprise will..."

Borg kept humming, and occasionally made some comments.

The flower garden is fragrant and fragrant, and the words seem to be dyed with the fragrance of flowers. It gradually turns into sweet wine in the ears, and slowly pours down with the breeze, turning into a more comfortable laughter.

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The author has something to say: Thanks to all my friends, this book is also written in a mess, and I haven't made any progress in this year's writing.I close the roll and go to sleep, eat a full stomach, play billiards and drink some beer, and tidy up the things in my head.There is still no rush to write a book. For me, it should be slower, and then slower. I have to learn honestly, peck hard, and grind slowly.Not enough talent, not enough hard work, and watching the sky from the bottom of a well, not being motivated is meaningless after all.

But there is nothing to be afraid of. I am happy to meet you, and I am happy to say goodbye to you.Thank you for playing with me. I grow slowly and have always been favored. You always tell me sweet words all the way, and I am happy every day when I read reviews.Even if I stumble, I will run!

See you next year then, thank you everyone!

#紫紫兰和thornbird#Weibo Fanwai

Borg was lying on the balcony smoking a cigarette. Gal jumped up from the bed and jumped onto Borg's back, wagging his tail behind him.

"Borg," Gal yelled, "Borg Borg Borg!"

Borg pinched his cigarette, turned his head and said, "You should put on your clothes, walking a bird is not a good habit."

Gal hung on Borg's back, wrapped his arms around Borg's neck, rubbed his horns against Borg's cheek, and said, "I should enjoy the sun, all directions!

Nobody here looks at my ass except you.Do you care about it!Don't think about it, it worked so hard last night.I just want to play with you now!Do you know what day it is today!do you know dear! "

"You can tell me succinctly," Borg said.

"Today is my holiday, I want to take you out to play." Gal said

He spread his wings with a clatter, enveloping the two of them. He continued excitedly, "We can go to the circus, there is one in Ice Lake City! They will take the lion there, Borg, I like lions!"

"You also said that you like mushrooms." Borg raised his eyebrows. "You like rabbits and unicorn droppings."

"That's the way people are." Gal slid his tail along Borg's waist, "always full of lust. But I just want to spend the day with you, and then we'll go eat some grilled fish! Go ahead, please. "

Borg supported him with his backhand, looked back and said, "Please."

Gal pecked Borg a few times and said, "Please..." He gradually moved closer and wetly licked Borg's lip line, "I want candy."

Borg grabbed his tail and said, "Satisfy you."

As soon as Borg finished speaking, the tail in his palm turned into a handful of dogtail grass with a "bang".Then Gal folded his wings, grabbed the balloons flying all over the sky, and said: "Today is also your holiday, look, little friend Borg, these are all your balloons! I also prepared some cream cake and mushroom dance for you. "

Gal leaned forward and said, "Play music, my friends!"

The bell flowers under the balcony cheered up, raised their heads and blew hard.Belle shook the ribbons and gift boxes from the roof, and the yard was filled with presents in an instant.

Gal jumped off the floor and jumped into his pants.He swung his tail back again this time, pulled Borg out, and said excitedly: "Baby, are you shocked! No, this is just the beginning. I have a lot to prepare. I have wanted to celebrate the holiday with you since half a year ago." It's a pity, I knew they wouldn't pass it to us! What a visionary I am. I don't like lions, I don't like lions at all. I like you, I love you Borg!"

Borg stopped on the steps and whistled to Gal.Gal turned and jumped on top of him, and Borg just picked him up, letting him hold him like an octopus.

"Frank devils have rewards." Borg looked down at him with blue eyes, "Your fiery words are implying me."

"Then what do you want to reward me with?" Gal said.

"I love you too." Borg kissed him. "Happy holidays, kid, we can go anywhere after unwrapping the presents, I promise."