[Was it really so strange of him? He doesn't argue. Only his sensei's this stubborn.]

You're as tough as someone else I know. [Both warm; both immovable.] Then... is that all you'll do to celebrate?

[He just feels something's missing.]

I only know it's supposed to be lively. Like a Christmas party. I always thought you'd open presents first. And...

[Oh. He lifts his fingers, snaps golden-red flames to life. Bringing them up.]

You make a wish.