"Happy birthday, Jet," Albert grinned, presenting the young man with a square package.
The American just stared at the small gift. "What the hell?" he asked, eyeing both the German and the package skeptically. "Why would you waste your money on something as stupid as my birthday?"
Albert sighed and shook his head. "Because you're my friend, why else? Now take it before I start to feel bad."
Jet rolled his eyes at the empty threat and grabbed the gift. Slowly, so as not to appear too excited about getting a gift, he tore the wrapping off, dropping it to the ground absently when e was done. "A cookbook?" He asked, glancing at Albert with a confused look on his face.
Albert just smirked. "I figured you would need it when Chang isn't around to cook for you." Having said that he walked away, leaving Jet to wonder if he should be amused or offended by his parting statement.
