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Did he... actually have everyone?

Ignacio squinted hard at the list he was staring at. How many names were on it? There was his sister and his mother, of course. He really couldn't care less about his father, so he would stay off. There was Richard's brothers, of course, and their significant others, that made eight. There were their kids, how many kids did they all have between them at this point? It was headache inducing. Maybe he should just buy a few more children's toys and call it a day. Had he already bought all the children's toys he needed, though? How many kids were there in a particular age range because he had to make sure everything was appropriately age-appropriate and not full of small parts that were too small for tiny throats and--

He took a deep breath and took his head out of his phone to look at the busy mall surrounding him. Augh.

His head went back into his phone. There were his parents-in-law, of course. And his friends--did he really have any friends he needed to shop for, still? Should he get his agent something?

So many of the names were crossed off and yet he wasn't sure--

"Arra," whined Ignacio, looking up at the taller man across from him at the food court table. "Do I really have everyone?"

He had to be missing gifts for someone, right?

Maybe a kid?

"Shi-- so you're saying I should get my agent something? I mean you're probably right, he is my agent, I should show some courtesy, but what the hell would he even like -- a microphone?" That didn't make sense; where had that even come from? "Maybe I'll just get him a gift card to one of those fancy pants bath places; I mean, I caught him sniffing soaps the other day."

Ignacio was mostly talking to himself in that moment, and perhaps it showed in how he quickly looked back down at his list on his phone and rapidly swiped in another addition. There, another name. That seemed right.

Right?

Ignacio squinted. "Really, there's only four kids? It feels like more."

Maybe because Raina still seemed like a kid to him, even though she was a teenager. Where did the time go?

He suddenly jumped like he got smacked in the back and came to the realization that he had been, in fact, asked about his own personal state of affairs. He blinked once, twice, and then coughed awkwardly, glancing over to the side. "Ah, yeah, I'm fine." Sort of. He was nervous was what he was. He didn't really want to skip over someone. Christmas shopping had been so much easier when he was younger, when he didn't really have to think of anyone except a couple people. Richard's family was so damn ... big and every year it confounded him just a little more.

Ignacio took another deep breath.

Repeating the, "Yeah," and then a rushed, "sorry," was a sign that maybe he wasn't one hundred percent fine, but he wasn't about to say that he wasn't. "Are you sure I'm not missing anyone else?"

He pushed his phone over to Richard for the other to double check his work.

Ignacio smiled grimly. "I'm not exactly sure what you get the people who have everything. I honestly just got them a gift card to their favourite restaurant."

To prove this, he dug around in his pocket and pulled out his wallet, yanking out the gift card. It was to a local place he had heard them talk about a few times at least, and he figured that was probably a safe bet. He really couldn't think of anything else to get them, even though he felt rather guilty about that fact. Ignacio wasn't the type that particularly enjoyed giving out gift cards as gifts if he could avoid it, because sometimes it just didn't feel as personal. Of course, that did allow them to actually do something with it they would definitely like, which was less stressful for Ignacio.

"Maybe I'll do the same thing for my agent--"

As if worried he was going to lose the gift card or it would mysteriously disappear, Ignacio jammed the gift card back in his receipt-filled wallet and tucked it back away.

"I already bought stuff for the boy twins; they're a little older so they're a little easier to deal with." He squinted. "But I think I might have forgotten just how young the other twins are. I bought some random toys," he leaned over to rummage through a bag, "but," he shrugged in mild frustration, "they may have small parts?"

It was, admittedly, a relief that his gift idea for Richard's parents would work just fine for Richard's parents. At the other ideas he was offered, Ignacio picked up his phone, created a new note in his application, and listed down the offerings.

Would be useful for next year, at least.

"I guess," responded Ignacio, pitifully, at the arm pat. "I can't just give them these, though. Maybe I'll hide them away until next year. You know babies. They're gonna rip whatever it is open immediately and try to eat it or whatever babies do. Babies get into everything once they can move more than two inches without falling on their faces."

At least, that was the impression he got from watching almost every sitcom he had ever watched that had children in it. He didn't actually deal with children that much himself until more recently, and even then, it was mostly through family.

"Alright, so I guess I need to get my agent something and the two girls?" He pulled at his collar awkwardly. "Are we sure that's it?"

"Good," murmured Ignacio, finally believing that that might have actually been it. Probably. He was already surrounded by so many bags, though. Ugh, his wallet was going to take a hit...

He preferred maintaining his own accounts where he could, though thankfully his current situation meant he was at very little risk of ending up on the street even if he was having a bad month or three. He might just feel a little guilty. Or a lot guilty. For really no reason, all things considered, but--

"Maybe we can finish shopping later, though," Ignacio's expression brightened just a tad. "I've heard they give tons of food at that Japanese kiosk over there. You wanna look into it?"