Mystified but willing to go along with whatever this is, Sharon takes the small package and unfolds the cloth, her lips parting in a soft 'o' of surprise at what's inside.

The soft light around them gleams off the warm gold of a simple, beautiful lariat necklace, two ends threading through a finely-wrought eight-pointed star. Very carefully, she lifts the delicate chain from the cloth, watching the way the light catches on it. "Baby," she says, softly. "It's beautiful."

She shakes her head slightly and looks to him from the necklace, smiling in a slightly bewildered way. "What's all this for? It's not my birthday."