If Nikita was spoiled, then Leonard was little better. He sat on Kirk's shoulders, though his own interest was far more piqued and easier kept than his sister's. Inquisitive, like his dad. Or maybe he was enjoying the fact that a dog was getting yelled at and not him. That superiority complex at play and all.

Kirk smirked from slightly behind Sam, his fingers teasing at Leonard's whiskers as he waited for Christine to open the smaller box. He was sure Church would appreciate it, and it would make Sam blush naturally. Because Kirk had managed to find a pair of white lace panties with little blue ribbons.

What? A lady should feel good on her birthday.