mom gets one of falco’s prized macaroni art pieces—

no, sadly falco comes from a place where macaroni is rich people food and he would never stick them onto a piece of paper for show, but he will make her this: a charm made by his own hands, with woven strings and a knot he learned from his time as a cadet back home; small, decorative feathers are attached along with a bead of paleblood jewelry. don’t ask him where he got that from. she will lastly also get a small vase-like . . . thing, with small little fingerprints pressed into the edges to try and keep it straight. it’s a little, ah, deformed compared to skilled hands, but the blueberry paint job puts the cherry on top of a child’s endearing handiwork.

he only didn’t have flowers on hand because they were in the middle of winter, but he promises to pick some during spring.