"You still have that?" Jim chuckled at Pam when she pulled out a small mint green teapot.
"Well yeah," Pam shrugged. "What else would I do with it?"
"Dwight seemed to think it'd be great for nasal infections." Jim motioned to his nose. Pam gaped at him. "And to think you didn't want it to begin with."
"I wanted it," Pam retorted quickly. "Sure, an iPod worth four hundred dollars seems a little cooler but I really did want this teapot."
"And you still don't have that iPod, Beasley." Jim smirked at her.
"I guess you have an idea for a gift." Pam laughed, kissing him on the cheek and heading back to the kitchen to boil some water.
The next Christmas she unwrapped an iPod and laughed.
"Great job, Halpert." She beamed up at him.
"It's a little bit more than that, Beasley," Jim prompted her to dig deeper. "Keep looking."
She blinked at him for a minute, unsure what to say to him before opening the package further and inspecting the small device. She found, on the back, a small mint green engraving of a teapot. Tears gathered in her eyes and she smiled up at him much brighter than before.
"Thank you." She said softly.
Jim responded only by kissing her forehead and smiling back.