Time froze as they saw the box. The twins, for once, said nothing - and even when they looked at each other, it didn't appear that they were saying to each other either.

In their mind, they were having the same line of thought.

This was inevitable. Eventually, he'd have to settle down and choose one of them. It was the mature, adult, reasonable thing to do. The world wouldn't accept all three of them. And hadn't life always been this way, everyone preferring one over the other?

But at that point, their thoughts differed - if only because they believed he was going to choose the other one. And it would hurt - but it was for the best. They wanted Scrooge and their sibling to be happy.

Surely, he was going to choose Magica.
Surely, he was going to choose Poe.