[Connor takes the box, noting it as a ring box immediately. He still doesn’t know what to expect when he opens it. He picks out the ring, turning it side to side to let the light catch in the gem, and falls in love with it instantly.

He looks up at the SQUIP— it’s obvious that despite his gift to it, he wasn’t doing it expecting one in return. He smiles suddenly, and slips the ring on. It compliments the scales beneath it wonderfully, though he might have to get a chain to put it on. His fingers become far more webbed when he gets wet.]

I love it.

[He goes to hug the SQUIP tightly, pressing a fond kiss to its cheek. He’s a little overwhelmed by the strength of his emotions at that point, but in a good way.]

Thank you.