Donald walked into the bathroom a little later, holding a long case, made completely of redwood.
"Okay, in my family, it's tradition to receive a musical instrument as a coming of age gift. And as of now, I'm adopting you as my little brother. And if you touch drugs, I'll beat you."
He opened it, and the most beautiful acoustic guitar sat inside it. It was made out of maple, with the neck decorated with ivy. "I'll teach how to play if you want. By the way, I'm a big gift giver. And for you, miss Dawn, this one's for you."
He pulled a ring out of his pocket, made out the same wood as the guitar case. The same ivy pattern wrapped all the way around.
"Anyone who can use earth magic deserves something made from the earth. You see, I partake in her herbs every day. Now both of you have something. And I picked a ring because, well, girls like jewelry."
Adrian look at the guitar, then at Donald. Part of him was thanking him for the gift, the other was joking that he was actually a Trumpet player...the only thing that gave him joy, and the other was chastising him for walking in at that precise moment. He felt Dawn was about to tell him something important...and he missed it.