((I know, but the pun/similarity was too hard to resist. She should get Connor a kilt...))

"You're still the youngest. Well..." He pauses and glances at the dog, who has had her morning walk and breakfast already. "There was... a lady in the Nexus, giving out stuff- Not LOLed, I'm pretty sure. Mine wasn't." He brings her a crochet lace stocking with chocolates, peppermints, and oranges in it, and dumps that in her lap, and then brings her a few boxes wrapped all in the same paper. They're heavy, and he piles them on the couch beside her, then uncertainly picks up the gift-card sized gift with his name on it. He's got a huge heavy box for her too, but he's pretty sure it's not the same thing.