Gift In Kind

"That side looking alright yet, Ash?" 

"One moment… I believe, um… hmm, I suppose as it is, all appears, well… adequate." 

"Cool, that's cool. Okay, I think we might be good now, finally. So—"

"I despise mere adequacy." 

"Ash, seriously?" 

"Forgive me, Master. Just allow me another moment of minute adjustments. I believe I've pinpointed the issue, indeed, this section in particular… huddled too closely… and perhaps above… the opposite, its gaps are too wide… left unchanged, it'll only pose a glaring disparity, a bother… so I suppose we should—"

"No, wait, don't even—! Oh, you're removing them again. You promised you wouldn't do that anymore, pinky swore… oh, this is the sixth time…" 

"And with every attempt, we only inch closer to perfection… and for you, I refuse to settle for any less. Master, trust me, won't you?"