It seemed that he was lucky. Even without doing anything, the fabric was rejected by the queen, knowing well that it wouldn't be appropriate wear apropos the party which she'd be coming to. Therefore it wandered, from hand to hand, from maid to maid through the big and beautiful halls without any pause. Callum merely followed, pretending he was strolling around (a very lousy attempt to pretend because he was too excited, but not like anyone notice anyway) until eventually the fabric made its stop at the storage among all the other clothes. For Callum: This was obviously heaven.
He then went inside, tiptoed and reached for the treasure with his both hands... and there it was. A brown background with several of repeating motives placed on it, flowers, feathers, whatsoever for Callum's heart content. A beautiful cloth he soon secretly put inside his pockets, which were suspiciously stuffed...
It did not take long until he received the presents. Of course, he was happy. He thanked both of his parents in an appropriate manner, but that seemed to be it. No one would've suspected him to be ungrateful; his act full of glee and happiness was too deceiving to be untrue. However, sadly, that was the case. No, it was not because he wanted more. Callum was not greedy in such things. Rather, it disappointed him that they didn't know what he really desired. True, he could just tell them what he wished for, that wasn't a problem at all. But what were they for parents who didn't even know what their children desired? Even the maids know better! Callum quietly sighed. Perhaps in that aspect, he could count as a tad bit greedy and selfish.
"Don't eat everything at once!" Was the advice they gave him, and he just grinned. Knowing well one individual who wouldn't be saving if it's about sweets... He took several (okay, the most) boxes full of candies and put it on his sister's bed. No, heck, not due to kindness! On the contrary! He wanted to enjoy her little outburst; or with other words, he wanted to pick on her two years older sister for his own pleasure. Nothing weird to do, agreed? And Callum suspected she needed that little "entertainment", because again, her presents were all things she disliked. Clothes, she disliked. You can bet that Callum made a fun out of it, to tease her about that. "Well well now, you must agree that my clothes are way better right, my Barbie doll?" He said then while he laughed and ran away from her, as always, until the queen came to lecture them on their childish and inappropriate behaviour.
“We will be on our way, then. Be a good girl, Princess, and you, too, Callum.”
"I'll be a good boy, of course, have I ever disappointed you, ma, pa?" It was a rhetorical question, wasn't to be answered. "And I will watch over my dear sister to do the same, so do not worry!" He smiled to reassure, but failed miserably through how naughty it looked like. Callum enjoyed their touch, winked and went back inside. “Well, since we have our time to ourselves…what do you two want to do now?” Callum stared up to his brother (one can feel the evident difference of height) and laughed. "Brother, was that question directed to me?" There was a hint of a naughty hidden agenda swinging within his voice. "Let's party in our chambers 'til midnight!" He said with a smirk and soon dragged both of his older siblings upstairs.