[YOU. IN THE MESSHALL. WITH CHOCOLATE.]

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[As you come into the mess hall this morning, you will find a very large tree in a corner AWAY from the fireplaces. It is sparkling with lights and tinsel, and hung with a TON of ornaments. Ornaments all made from chocolate. White chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, cinnamon chocolate, mint chocolate, orange chocolate -- just about every

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[weatherfairy]

Uwah, Kazahaya-san... that's a lot of chocolate.

[touch_sensitive]

Eheh. Y-yeah, I hope it's enough.

[weatherfairy]

Oh? Enough for what?

[touch_sensitive]

For ... people who like chocolate.

[eternalsamba]

[definitely already put a small chocolate ornament into his mouth.]

[touch_sensitive]

...

How is it?

[eternalsamba]

[laughs]

Not bad, not bad.

[touch_sensitive]

Mm. Good. I'm glad.

[sans_reason]

. . . give me a break.

[touch_sensitive]

What?

[sans_reason]

The tree.

[touch_sensitive]

What about it?

[hermajestree]

[Gasping and then marching over from across the room]

What have you done to that tree?!

[touch_sensitive]

Decorated it?

[hermajestree]

You-- You're making a mockery of it! Taking it out of the earth and putting frivolous things all over it without even asking its' permission! The poor thing! How would you like it if I put you in a pot and had everyone come gawk?

[touch_sensitive]

B-but it's not for gawking. It's a Christmas tree.

[somarried]

Not half bad!

[touch_sensitive]

Thanks.

[somarried]

[hand-on-chin, examining it very contemplatively]

Hmmmmm...

[touch_sensitive]

Y-you can have one if you'd like.