Right until Regan asked about his present.
Silk's cheeks flared red again, and he looked off to the side. "Well---" Ugh. He didn't have anything else to give her right at the moment, and he'd feel really bad suddenly saying he had nothing for her. "Okay---fine." Silk pulled away from Regan, briefly, and grabbed a step stool he used around the garage. The Guardian dragged it over to Regan, and then hopped on top of it, so that, you know, he was closer to her face and stuff.
His cheeks were still a bit red as he dug through one of his sleeves, and he finally found the stupid plant. Silk fished it out, and then held it out above his head. "Its mistletoe!" He exclaimed, and then he waved it above Regan's head for a moment before the Guardian then leaned in and kissed the woman's cheek.
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