Jacsee Week Day 7- Celebrating the Holidays

"Silver? SILVER?!"
"Okay, okay, I get it already! I'll get a new Christmas tree!"  
"Good!" snapped Josee and, for good measure, she broke the tree cleanly in half. Jacques rolled his eyes. "It's shust a tree-"
"It's not just a tree! It's a silver tree! Silver isn't good enough!"
"Is it shust me, or are you a lot more upset about getting second place most of ze time zan getting last place?"
She ignored him and began tearing off branches of the offensive Christmas tree. He sighed. "I liked zat tree!"
"And I didn't."
He sighed again, snatching the broken tree out of her hands. "Can't we shust 'ave one normal Christmas?"
"Nope, not on my watch!" she answered with a grin, taking a sharp rock out of her pocket and using it to sharpen the blades on her ice skates. He rolled his eyes. "If you 'ate my tree so much zen go get me another one. On you."
She rolled her eyes and stomped out. He sighed once again, wondering whether he could fix the tree. It looked helpless; most of the branches were snapped off cleanly and the few remaining were bent awkwardly. Well, he supposed he shouldn't have expected anything different.
She would be back soon. Maybe he could even prepare a surprise for when she came. It was Christmas Eve, after all.
He looked around. Paper. Pencils. Tape. Maybe, just maybe......
He grabbed a stack of paper and slammed it onto the table. He grabbed a few sheets and folded them over each other until they looked like a circle. He stared. Not thick enough. He grabbed a few more sheets and kept folding.
It took ages to get it as thick as he liked it and then it was harder to get it into a semi-round shape. He saw some scissors on the table and began to cut off the corners in an attempt to make it look more rounded. He covered it in golden tape, staring. He grabbed a Sharpie and, praying it would work on the tape, quickly scribbled the Olympic rings and a few patterns.
Perfect.
And so he waited. It was evening by the time Josee returned. "They didn't have any more trees. Sorry I wrecked your one."
"Eh, it doesn't matter. Now......It'll officially be Christmas in a few hours and I got you somezing early....."
"Really? Me too!"
It was then that he noticed her hands were behind her back. He had assumed it had been out of guilt but now it was a different story. "You give your one first," he muttered.
"No, you first!"
"No, you first!"
"No, you first!"
"Zis conversation isn't going anywhere, is it?"
"We'll both give them on the count of three," she decided. "One....two.....THREE!"
She took her hands out from behind her back, revealing a toy gold medal, with the patterns the olympic ones did and everything. She saw the homemade one in his hand and laughed. "I guess great minds think alike!"
"No, Josee. Ice Dancer minds zink alike!"