A/N: Hi, interwebbers! How's it going? I needed to write something whimsical to balance out the angst trend in When We Can't Say More, so here we are. :) Enjoy!

Episode: None, but set before Bianic Island

Rating: K

Warnings: None

Inspiration: I found a prompt about gifts and surprises, and wrote this in reaction, while ignoring about half of it. XD But, hey, it got me writing, so I'd say it was effective.

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Tasha came home from her visit with Grandma Rose with a stack of packages, and a migraine. After a round of quick hugs and hellos, she distributed the gifts, and vanished into her room. Donald thought about following, but he guessed she would rather have some time to herself to settle in. Leo would be at Rose's for the weekend, and Donald was looking forward to spoiling Tasha while she had one child less to keep track of. Now, though, he pretended to busy himself on a tablet, while most of his attention remained on the kids at the nearby table.

Chase poked his package, with trepidation, and surveyed each of the gifts in turn. "What do you think they are?"

Adam shrugged, and ripped the paper off of his. Chase and Bree followed suit. Donald shook his head, amused that he could determine each child's unwrapping style just by listening. Adam reduced his paper to confetti, Bree liked to rip off the front, to see what the gift was as quickly as possible, and Chase, who liked to reuse wrapping paper, was quick and careful. Donald idly wondered how someone else would describe his own unwrapping, and he lost track of the conversation for a moment.

"Chips!" Adam exclaimed, holding them aloft like a war prize, and instantly recapturing Donald's attention. Adam's siblings exchanged an eyeroll.

"Kale chips," Chase pointed out, and Adam pouted, betrayed.

"I have a memory puzzle," Chase proclaimed in monotone. Donald winced; it was a nice thought, but Chase could probably solve it in his sleep.

"I have nail polish." Bree also sounded utterly unenthused, and Donald wondered why. Bree's nail polish collection was extensive, and ever-growing. One would have thought, here, at least, Rose was on safe ground.

"Huh," Chase remarked. "Wow. I'm not sure what color to call that."

Adam scrunched up his face, thinking hard. "Mars puke," he solemnly announced a moment later. They all laughed, including Donald, when he saw the polish in question. It was a strange, rusty red, with off-green sparkles.

"Adam," Bree exclaimed suddenly. "Weren't you looking for a coat of paint for your 3D weirdness collage?" She held up the bottle at his nod. "Do you think this would be enough?"

Adam grinned, taking it from her. "It's perfect! Thanks, Bree. Do you want my kale chips for it?"

Bree gagged. "No way! Those things are gross."

"I like them," Chase protested, to Donald's great amusement. "Want the puzzle instead, Bree? You used to do a lot of those." And she had, before she'd emerged from the lab into a big, shiny world. Now, Donald was fairly sure she'd be as disgusted by it as by the chips.

But he was wrong. "Sure," Bree said, accepting it and turning it over in her hands, interest lighting her eyes. "It's been too long since I picked one of these up."

Silence falls, except for the scratching of Adam's pencil as he sketches out his collage, Chase crunching his way through the bag of kale chips, and Bree's hums of concentration as she wrestles with the puzzle. Donald grinned behind his tablet. He'd have to show this footage to Tasha later, and see if she found it as funny as he did. Every one of Rose's gifts was loved and appreciated, but not one had found its intended recipient.

Even after so many years, his kids were still full of surprises.