[Max drops off something for Angela, somewhat embarrassed and in a hurry to go somewhere. Or pretending to be, anyway. It's a bouquet of flowers, a mix of many different kinds. There's a note tucked into in among them:]
Angela,
I don't know how to ever repay everything you've done for Chloe, Eddie, and me. Flowers don't really cut it, but they looked lovely and made me think of you. I'm sure they'll live long and healthily under your care, since you're such a good doctor.
...Yes that was a really bad attempt at a joke.
You've been so kind. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry this is so late, but... Merry Christmas!
Backdated to early January!
Angela,
I don't know how to ever repay everything you've done for Chloe, Eddie, and me. Flowers don't really cut it, but they looked lovely and made me think of you. I'm sure they'll live long and healthily under your care, since you're such a good doctor.
...Yes that was a really bad attempt at a joke.
You've been so kind. Thank you for everything. I'm sorry this is so late, but... Merry Christmas!
Max