"I'd hope so," she says, bluntly shameless and pleased even at the thought of it. Whatever it is, it'll be from Nick, and that makes it lovely. Once he steps away, she bends back down to the pile beneath the tree, pulling out the flat, rectangular gift with Nick's name scrawled on the tag.

"It's very silly," she warns, handing it to him as she stands back up. "I saw it in that old bookshop near the university and thought it might look nice framed and put up near the front door. Or wherever you like, obviously." Realizing she's chattering a little, Rosie makes herself fall silent, looking up at him with her cheeks flushed pink and a brilliant smile on her face.