Six Christmas Giant Socks

[grimmdark]

A. Phone, unfiltered. Morning.

Some might have noticed this already, but I am returned to Mayfield a week or so after the events that shook the town in ways that go beyond the literal. Should I assume that everybody remains the same? Or have we lost new members of this fine society on the cruel grasp of droning?

I certainly hope we haven't.

B.

Comments

[chastesaw]

You... have something for me?

I can come to your hivedwelling. It would be best if we never met at my assigned hive. Ever again.

[grimmdark]

I indeed do.

My house then. Has Scratch done something I must be informed about?

And, regardless of how that sounded, I want you to tell me what happened.

[chastesaw]

In short, "Yes." In the extended version...

...let's discuss it in person. Though I warn you I may not be able to relate the entire story as I do not know it myself.

[grimmdark]

I'll be waiting for you then.

[So Rose will be sitting outside of her house, a jade colored knitted back on her legs.

And an equally jade colored scarf inside, but that's the surprise for Kanaya.}

[chastesaw]

*And Kanaya approaches, dressed as snazzily as she ever is. ...she stops at the end of the walk up to Rose's house steps, instantly noting that jade color on her legs. A gift, for her... It's sweet, isn't it?* Hello, Rose.

[grimmdark]

[A gift within a gift, never forget that.]

Kanaya. [Said as a way of a greeting, not as if she needed to tell her something. Rose stands and closes the distance, handing over the package.]

For you; when can talk about Scratch once you give me your opinions of my hasty work. [Aided by her mtical needles of course.]

[chastesaw]

*She takes the package, as her face begins to turn an identical shade.* Rose, I'm... I am quite touched. Thank you. *Not knowing that there's something in the bag, she turns it over and around, inspecting it.* Your needlework is far superior to mine.

[grimmdark]

It's only a proper retribution to what was given. Besides I had considered the idea for a while, and you reminded it to me.

[That actually brings a little pink on her cheeks.]

Y-You might be interested on knowing it's actually a bag.

[chastesaw]

*A long pause, as Kanaya misinterprets Rose's words.* ...yes, Rose. I can observe that it is a bag quite plainly. It is a very nice bag, too, and I can foresee its well-knitted innards holding many a possession of mine.

[grimmdark]

[Well it's her fault she wasn't more direct.]

Why don't you try and see how spacious it's now then?

[chastesaw]

Very well, I will, though that seems an odd suggestion at a time like--

*She trails off, having opened the bag, and spotting what's inside. She looks up at Rose, her brows knitting in thought and a bit of surprise.* Rose, this is...

[grimmdark]

It's a scarf, I'm sure of it. Unless space paradox shenanigans have made a move against my and my attempt to impress you.

...

It is a scarf, right?

[chastesaw]

I'm sorry, Rose. It seems that the ever inscrutable and forever shifting fabric of existence has transfigured your gift into something wholly alien than otherwise intended.

And by that I mean, yes. It is still a very attractive scarf.

[grimmdark]

...you must please let me know in advance you are going to attempt to be sarcastic, Kanaya; for a moment I thought you were being completely sincere, ironic purposes notwithstanding.

Good, good; try it on now.

[chastesaw]

Wouldn't advance notice undermine the entire mindset of insincerity in the first place?

And it is a scarf, Rose. It is quite literally a single size that fits all. ...but should you insist I would be delighted to. *She takes the scarf from the bag and very carefully drapes it over her shoulders and neck, giving it a little knot for warmth.* Well?

[grimmdark]

I didn't think you will indulge in such practices so often, but if you want to make it part of our usual conversation to exchange ironic and sarcastic comments, then I would be happy to oblige.

[Rose nods in approval at the sight of the scarf on Kanaya.]

Superb.