"Shawn. I'm sorry, I think you overestimate the chances of sueing a cornflakes company for a missing prize."
"It's not the prize. It's the expectation that is crushed, the souls of thousands of disappointed kids." Shawn pouted, presenting her the empty box he was stubbornly clinging to.
"Listen, just because they forgot to put it in there once..."
"Oh, I've been through this before. That I can live with. This is not the issue here, because there was a prize in there."
Claire looked at him. "Then what am I listening to?"
"The howling of shattered dreams of the youth! They announced there would be special Christmas prizes! I have already worked my way through fifteen boxes and still, even though they printed it right here, they're still the same things that were in there during the last year! They shamelessly use the name of Christmas to lure parents with their wailing children into buying their product and then they stab the children in the heart with the dagger of broken promises! And it hurts!"
"Are we... talking about a personal involvement here?"
"This is for the greater good. Noone should suffer the way I did. There were supposed to be 'Lucky charm mistletoe rings' in there. With real mistletoes!" He paused. "Actually, a lot like the one over your head. Smaller, I guess, but I think you get the idea."
"Above my...?" Claire blinked and looked up. "What the..." Spencer was telling the truth, somebody actually did put a mistletoe up there.
When she looked down again Shawn was already a whole lot closer, a mischievious smile on his lips. "See? Just think about how many people are denied such a great moment because they don't have the special mistletoe ring."
"What kind of argument is that?"
"I don't know. Sounds good to me." He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. "At least I got my prize."
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"Please, it's Shawn."
"Shawn. I'm sorry, I think you overestimate the chances of sueing a cornflakes company for a missing prize."
"It's not the prize. It's the expectation that is crushed, the souls of thousands of disappointed kids." Shawn pouted, presenting her the empty box he was stubbornly clinging to.
"Listen, just because they forgot to put it in there once..."
"Oh, I've been through this before. That I can live with. This is not the issue here, because there was a prize in there."
Claire looked at him. "Then what am I listening to?"
"The howling of shattered dreams of the youth! They announced there would be special Christmas prizes! I have already worked my way through fifteen boxes and still, even though they printed it right here, they're still the same things that were in there during the last year! They shamelessly use the name of Christmas to lure parents with their wailing children into buying their product and then they stab the children in the heart with the dagger of broken promises! And it hurts!"
"Are we... talking about a personal involvement here?"
"This is for the greater good. Noone should suffer the way I did. There were supposed to be 'Lucky charm mistletoe rings' in there. With real mistletoes!" He paused. "Actually, a lot like the one over your head. Smaller, I guess, but I think you get the idea."
"Above my...?" Claire blinked and looked up. "What the..." Spencer was telling the truth, somebody actually did put a mistletoe up there.
When she looked down again Shawn was already a whole lot closer, a mischievious smile on his lips. "See? Just think about how many people are denied such a great moment because they don't have the special mistletoe ring."
"What kind of argument is that?"
"I don't know. Sounds good to me." He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. "At least I got my prize."