[at the house in Trelew, Mexico; the same one where Grand-Santa, Arthur and Bryony accidentally went previously]
Good morning, Gwen. Ho, et cetera. Apologies for the minor delay. I'm sure that even a child can understand that in an operation as complex as Christmas, there's always an insignificant margin of error. Which is you! As a gesture, I've upgraded you to the GlamourFast Ultra X3, which retails at $9.99, more than your requested gift. Bigger, ergo better. If you wouldn't mind just signing a legal waiver? [Pedro: [confused] No lo entiendo, Señor. Soy Pedro.] P-Pedro? A boy? [Pedro: Quién es usted?] A Spanish boy?!