G'raha receives an unexpected visitor, and one who clearly looks like they would rather be anywhere but here: Emet-Selch, standing at the door to the man's room, holding what looks like a suspiciously festive gift.
"Before you say a word," he grinds out when G'raha answers the door, "know that Felih insisted."
And without further ado, he thrusts over the gift. It's a small, clear plastic pouch tied with red-green ribbon containing cookies. Notably burnt about the edges and misshapen, but...cookies.
An unexpected visitor indeed, and with an unexpected purpose. Momentarily lost for words, because what is he meant to say when your enemy-you-have-a-still-tentative-truce-with shows up bearing gifts? Even if said gifts are bordering on, from what G’raha can see, the inedible.
“I... see,” he manages after a long moment, taking the package and looking over those burnt edges. Based on his own experience attempting cookies earlier in the year, he’s guessing these were the failed attempts. “Well, then. At Felih’s insistence or no, I shall receive these with thanks. Happy Starlight.”
Honestly, he thinks, it might have been better if he’d received nothing at all than a minimum-effort gift. The ribbon is the most thoughtful part about it.
Well. Well, there's nothing more for him to say, is there? He's fulfilled his seasonal obligation. So he pivots on his heel and starts to walk off, hand lifted to wave a half-hearted farewell.
Happy Starlight, Exarch. Don't choke on those cookies.
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Date: 2020-12-26 10:05 am (UTC)"Before you say a word," he grinds out when G'raha answers the door, "know that Felih insisted."
And without further ado, he thrusts over the gift. It's a small, clear plastic pouch tied with red-green ribbon containing cookies. Notably burnt about the edges and misshapen, but...cookies.
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Date: 2020-12-27 06:33 pm (UTC)“I... see,” he manages after a long moment, taking the package and looking over those burnt edges. Based on his own experience attempting cookies earlier in the year, he’s guessing these were the failed attempts. “Well, then. At Felih’s insistence or no, I shall receive these with thanks. Happy Starlight.”
Honestly, he thinks, it might have been better if he’d received nothing at all than a minimum-effort gift. The ribbon is the most thoughtful part about it.
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Date: 2020-12-31 03:10 pm (UTC)Well. Well, there's nothing more for him to say, is there? He's fulfilled his seasonal obligation. So he pivots on his heel and starts to walk off, hand lifted to wave a half-hearted farewell.
Happy Starlight, Exarch. Don't choke on those cookies.