Camulus let her get away with the ninja-gifting, but appeared soon after she got home, already wearing his new kilt. He knocked softly at the door before walking in like he owned the place - as usual. The Christmas spirit said nothing about being insufferably full of oneself.
"Merry Christmas, Phoebe." Camulus moved into the room, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you for the gifts."
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"Merry Christmas, a stor."
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"While people do exchange gifts on Christmas, there are different types of gifts. Having you with me on Christmas is a gift all in itself."
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Having no one else die during Christmas would be good, too.
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