Because Nature abhors a vacuum-Here's my vision of what Cassandra's sweater for Jenkins was like. Takes place at the tail end of "The Christmas Thief"
"Jenkins! Here you are!" chirped Cassandra Cillian brightly as she bounced into the Caretaker's sitting room. The tall man briefly closed his eyes and threw a quick prayer into the void of Heaven before turning around, a pleasant smile of greeting pasted to his face.
"Yes, my dear, here I am," he answered, adjusting the sleeves of his black virgin wool coat. "I just wanted to change out of my vacation togs and into a proper suit before I joined you and the others in the festivities."
"That's okay," she said happily. "But you missed Flynn and Eve opening and trying on the sweaters I made for them!"
"Yes, well, I AM sorry I missed that," Jenkins rumbled amiably. "I'm sure that was quite a sight!"
The redheaded Librarian stepped up to him and slipped her arms around his waist. "I know why you're hiding out in here, you know," she said, looking up steadily into his startled brown eyes.
"You do?" he said, a cold lump of dread beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. A smile spread across her face.
"You know I have a sweater for you, too," she said, her blues eyes sparkling. "And you're just too shy to open it front of everyone else!"
The lump melted away as he exhaled in relief. "Yes—shy! I do dislike being the center of attention! You know me so well, my dear!" he said with forced cheerfulness. Cassandra went up onto her toes and gave his lips a quick kiss.
"Wait here, I'll go get it for you!" She turned and disappeared through the door. She returned in a few seconds, carrying a large, gaily-wrapped Christmas gift.
"Here you go, sweetie!" she squealed, her excitement building by the second. "I just KNOW you're going to love it!" She held out the box to him.
The broad, false smile still plastered on his face, Jenkins took the gift and slowly sat down in an armchair. He put the box in his lap and opened it, pulling away the tissue paper. The immortal's eyes bugged out and his hand flew to cover his mouth as he gasped, staring in astonishment at the most garishly-decorated sweater his ancient eyes had ever had the misfortune to behold.
It was a heavy, white, Irish-style fisherman's sweater. Emblazoned on the entire chest area was the red and white coat of arms of Sir Galahad on a shield, with two large, silver swords crossed behind it. Flanking the shield was a pair of fierce-looking dragons done in various shades of green, lurid red tongues hanging from their mouths; they had tiny LED lights for eyes that lit up and flashed red. Floating above the shield was a huge, brilliant gold, jeweled Grail in a flashing yellow LED-light sunburst. A scroll beneath the shield bore the words "Beati Mundo Corde". The entire design had been wrought in brilliant sequins and rhinestones.
The young woman shrieked like a tea kettle as she clapped her hands in glee and waited expectantly for his reaction, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Jenkins looked up from the box, his face ashen, his hand still covering his mouth in shock.
"Well?!" the ecstatic Librarian yelled. "What do you think?!"
The horrified Caretaker looked back down into the box on his lap. Taking a deep breath to steady himself and clear his mind, he could now see that Cassandra had put a great deal of thought and work into the frightening garment. He could see now that every single sequin and rhinestone had been painstakingly sewn on by hand. The whole project must have taken her months to complete. All this effort—just for him.
Jenkins lowered his hand as he looked up again at Cassandra and into her shining, clear blue eyes.
"It's the most beautiful sweater I've ever seen, my love!" he enthused, flashing her his brightest smile, genuine this time. Cassandra nearly exploded with joy at his words.
"OMIGOD! I KNEW you'd love it!" she screamed and snatched the sweater from his hands. "Stand up! You have to try it on now!"
The gallant knight obediently stood and silently removed his coat. He slipped the gaudy thing over his head and pulled it on. He noted that, with all the beadwork, it weighed nearly as much as a shirt of chainmail armor. The young woman jumped up and down, absolutely delirious with happiness at the sight.
"OH, JENKINS! It looks FANTASTIC! Oh my GOD! It looks even better on you than I pictured it while I was making it!" She grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the door. "Come on, sweetheart, let's go show the others!"
Jenkins put a defiant smile onto his face, like an ill-fated hero going bravely to his own execution, and submissively followed his beloved Librarian out the door.