It's three days before Christmas, and Tommy's decided he's going to make a to-do list, because screw everyone else, he is self-sufficient. It doesn't matter if Clay takes his stuff! He will simply make more. Christmas is almost here, he's got pep in his step, and he's not going to let any enclavers in extremely green hoodies take that away from him. He's awake and ready when Clay comes by to escort him.
"...Just a day, I got it, I got it yesterday evening, it was, it was a Christmas present, please don't take it--"
"No one. I made it myself. With my own two, my own two hands, I made it."
"Sometimes, you know, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret here, sometimes I, I just say things."
"Yeah, that's fine. We can--we can even make more, if you want. Not, not much more, but--"
"And that can be--that can be part of your Christmas present, what do you think?"
Then after class they can make two more mana storage crystals for Tommy. They're much smaller than the ones he came in with, but Clay starts carving one in the shape of a dick and Tommy immediately catches on and starts cracking up and mirrors it in the one he's working on, and Clay pretends to jerk it off and has to watch Tommy struggle to keep a straight face and insist that it's an abstract art piece, really, and it's-- it's genuinely, honestly a good time.
He decides he'll let Tommy keep it if he gives up his mana without a fight on Christmas. And then night comes, and morning again.
"Hello."
He's trying not to get too excited, he really is. But it's hard. "D'you have my present?"
"...Okay." Handshake. At least he has some mana storage, now, he's not completely helpless.
"Do you want your gift here or in the library?" Clay wiggles and bounces a little on his toes. "I brought it in my backpack, in case you wanted it right away."