One Man, One Onesie . . .

So Jools goes Xmas shopping. I go to the bookshop, avoiding all contact until meeting time, where I find her in a store hovering over this giant red onesie. "What do you think," she asked. "Nice Xmas present?"
"Depends who's getting it," I counter.
"I thought Kyle would like it," she says.
"Great idea" I grin, visions of Kyle looking like a giant red clown swimming through my mind.
"It'll match the one I've just bought you!"
Smile disappears . . .