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Gesture control.

Adjustable height.

Integrated light.

The kind of thing that follows you while you move around instead of requiring sixteen takes because you wandered partially out of frame.

I look up.

“How did you even know I wanted this?”

“You spent four hours one night doing research on them.”

I stare at him.

He shrugs. “I was in the room.”

“That does not answer the question.”

“You also complain every time your tripod loses tension.”

Okay.

“And you have used a stack of books to raise your phone a dozen times this week.”

“Why do you know that?”

“Because I live here.” He says it like this should explain everything.

Maybe it does.

I look at the box again. “This is expensive.”

“It is a business expense.”

I narrow my eyes.

“You cannot claim my Valentine's gift on your taxes.”

“I did not say it was my business expense.”

I laugh.

He looks smug.

“I researched several options. That one has the best tracking performance, and the light temperature is adjustable.”

Of course he did.

“And the mount will accommodate your current phone case.”

Of course it will.

“And because your Laugherty work is expanding, it seemed reasonable to reduce friction in your workflow.”

Not flowers.

Not jewelry.