[What he'd really like to do is wrap her up in a giant hug. Except he... doesn't really know if that's okay. But her question causes him to nod and he motions to his dresser, where he's cleared a perfect place for the onion and the pellet.]
Merry... Christmas. [What a thing to say.] They are over there. Pristine. [He steps aside and waves her in carefully, set to close the door after her.]
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Merry... Christmas. [What a thing to say.] They are over there. Pristine. [He steps aside and waves her in carefully, set to close the door after her.]