[ Delivered to her by a surly little courier; wrapped neatly and simply. It's a pair of sturdy boots and a warm jacket in dark green, fitted precisely for her. The note, in Jim's familiar cursive, reads, Merry Christmas, from the Barneses. ]
[ you can quite easily imagine she's smiling behind all that text. ever so slightly like the cat that's got the canary. ]
Everyone has seen fit to pick an arbitrary sort of space-date and call it Christmas. Perhaps we ought to make it a full complement and do the same for New Years. Shall we ring it in with dice?
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gift;
[ Don't ask how he knows her measurements. ]
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How on God's green earth did you get the right fit?
[ translation: cheers, you magnificent bastards. ]
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text. :| accidental subscriptions. bah humbug.
[ as if. they should only be so lucky as to have something approaching a regular craps game. ]
text. here I thought you cared
text. conceal don't feel.
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Suppose I have nothing to lose by trying.
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Everyone has seen fit to pick an arbitrary sort of space-date and call it Christmas. Perhaps we ought to make it a full complement and do the same for New Years. Shall we ring it in with dice?
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Why not?
I'm fixing up a record player, we can have Auld Lang Syne.
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[ a moment passes. at long last, she commits to her gratitude: ] And thank you.
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