Although caught off guard by the sudden hug, Archie did not hesitate to squeeze her tightly before letting go. He pulled back bright pink, not because of the hug, but because he realized her gift to him looked far better-wrapped and put together than his own. Maybe he should have had Mother wrap it for him.
He laughed at her inquiry. Despite his upbringing full of magical artifacts and spontaneous exploring, somehow Sunday seemed to find it more normal than him. A magical machete! To a twelve-year-old! He supposed he couldn't complain, though, if it meant he'd have more time to spend with Sunday.
"We could! Do you know any places around that might require a magical machete to explore?" he teased, unable to contain his smile. "It glows when treasure is near, apparently. It glowed near my mother's wedding ring, so I'm not sure what constitutes as 'treasure'."
He laughed at her inquiry. Despite his upbringing full of magical artifacts and spontaneous exploring, somehow Sunday seemed to find it more normal than him. A magical machete! To a twelve-year-old! He supposed he couldn't complain, though, if it meant he'd have more time to spend with Sunday.
"We could! Do you know any places around that might require a magical machete to explore?" he teased, unable to contain his smile. "It glows when treasure is near, apparently. It glowed near my mother's wedding ring, so I'm not sure what constitutes as 'treasure'."