“I don’t suppose you speak the gift language,” Scooter said, peering into his tiny freezer. “All I’ve got in here is a very sad-looking bag of frozen broccoli.”
Andy grimaced, an endless parade of gifts marching behind his eyes. He knew gifts for you were late and I threw your laptop across the room and I didn’t mean to humiliate you in front of a room full of peopleand I didn’t want to hurt you but you just make me so damn mad. He even knew a few for I need you to be grateful and fawning. He wasn’t sure how to say I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.
On the other hand, Kat had always been very clear about how best to suck up to her. “How do you not have any chocolate or wine up here?” Andy wondered. “I’d think you’d just keep a stash ready at all times.”