(It’s Christmas Eve, and my boyfriend and I are visiting my parents before he goes to work for the evening. All of the family’s presents are stacked under the tree, including a plush that I’ve been begging for. It’s in plain sight with a gold star—representing his medal—right on his chest.)

Me: *upon seeing the plush* “Oh, awesome.”

Boyfriend: “Aw crap. Is that the plush you wanted?”

Me: “Yep! I’m betting that’s from my sister since we were kind of coordinating that.”

Boyfriend: “So… you like it a lot, right?”

Me: “Uh, yeah?”

Boyfriend: “Enough that you’d want two?”