It’s a present! Here- open it up! /And he’s offering a large box to Megatron. Inside, there’s a few different hats that he managed to make himself! There’s one large hats, and two tiny hats for Megatron’s eyebrows, as well as an oil cake he found a recipe for, and a formal request to spar with the other/
Well, nothing exploded, so that’s good. The helm coverings get a quizzical look, the cake seems passable… but the note draws a low laugh out of Megatron. “A gift I will make good use of. Your lessons must continue, after all.”
Smokescreen’s giving a little grin, hoping Megatron will try on the little hats in particular, and just the mention of lessons gets Smokescreen bobbing up and down. Fighting lessons! From Megatron!
“I’ve got more where that present came from, too, if you’re interested, Megatron!”
“Really.” He picks up the fabric in his claws, plopping the large helm cover down overtop Smokescreen. “What do you mean by that?”