Adrien runs his fingers down the cardigan (jet-black merino blend that was an absolute pleasure to knit), counting on his other hand, then gets partway through estimating stitches per row before visibly giving up: "How long did you spend on this?" he asks, tracing the details Marinette added with silver and gold embroidery thread. "Weren't you worried about that curse?"

Marinette eyes the partner she has spent dozens of hours a month learning to trust and be trusted—to love and be loved—with greater strength and resilience than she could ever manage alone, beginning years before she thought of spending dozens of hours making this to fit him, and says (utterly deadpan), "True love's kiss breaks any curse."