Blake: Sorry Weiss... it's like they've buttered the claw, you know. I'm all out of change.

Weiss: B-but, Blake?! Can't you have just one more go? I've got some change too.

Blake kisses Weiss on the forehead: Not exactly fair is it, if my girlfriend has to pay for her own presents...

Weiss looks into those eyes, and sighs: Guess not, just, y'know, always wanted a Pikachu. Dad never let me have one, said it distracted me from my studies. Oh well, *sighing dejectedly* Another time then?

Wild Roman appears: Seriously, what the hell does Cinder want that's so damn important that she wants me to bust an arcade? The toys can't be THAT difficult for her to get. *Heard the end of Weiss and Blake's conversation.* Ah, screw it. *Jabs Melody through the glass, grasps a Pikachu by the squishiest point.* HEY KIDS!!

Blake and Weiss turn to Roman: Come to gloat, Torchwick?

Roman acts all mock offended, grasping at his heart and nearly sinking to his knees before he smirks. : Catch. *And with that, he throws the Pikachu in Blake's direction.* Consider THAT my one good deed this year. *With that, he stalked away.*

Blake shouts at his retreating form: THANKS!! *Turning to Weiss, she whispers* Should we follow him, see what he's up to?

Weiss: You know, I'd rather spend the rest of my quality time with you. Oooh, here's a cat plush. You can keep him.