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Quixotic
Tony blinked as Abby bounced up to him. He wondered what quixotic thing she was planning now. You never knew what she would come up with.
“Tony! You have to help me!” Abby exclaimed, explaining nothing as usual.
“With?” Tony drawled.
“The Secret Santa, of course. We have to make it the best ever this year.”
“Uh, Abbs. We have no control over what people give or receive. That's the whole point of Secret Santa.”
“That's a minor detail.” Abby waved dismissively. “Now, come help me.”
Tony sighed. He had a feeling he'd regret helping Abby, but at the same time it would be worse with no one to curb her.
