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.

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D - at home

[busy_fists]

[Dad catches just Rose before she leaves one day, pulling out a ten dollar bill.]

How many boxes will this buy?

[grimmdark]

[DAD Y U SO GENEROUS}

About four, I think.

...you don't need yo trouble yourself with this, really.

[busy_fists]

It's not really any trouble. I can tell from your expression that this is probably something the town roped you into doing, but I admire your resolve to do a good job at it anyway. Just consider it a little head start, okay?

[Holding out the bill.]

[grimmdark]

Jade had the idea, and it's not like me to leave friends to embark into new and uninteresting things without proper aid.

[Also Kanaya is supposed to be involved, this is very important. Rose grabs the bill and separates four boxes.]

I can't warrant the contents are worthy of the prize though.

[busy_fists]

That's good too. Friends should stick together. Who knows, you might even have a little fun with it if you sell them as a pair.

[Dad takes the boxes and sets them on the kitchen table for later.]

You get a merit badge or something like that for selling the most, right?

[grimmdark]

That's the whole point I suppose. Somebody has to keep an eye on Jade anyway.

And I honestly don't know, but I can hardly imagine such accomplishments would be left untouched for the greater upsetting of the receiving end. I might be wrong though, and this merit will pass unsung on the records of the scout body, but I'm rarely wrong.

[Cynical is totally her middle name.]

[busy_fists]

Well, do your best, and it'll be over before you know it.

[grimmdark]

I shall demand retribution in the shape of pastries if your theory fails.

[busy_fists]

Young lady, you've got yourself a deal.

[Putting out his hand for a shake. Gotta seal this thing right.]

[grimmdark]

[Handshaking like a boss.]

I'll be seeing you later then. Keep the oven warm.

[busy_fists]

Good luck!

[Already off to put on a 'Kiss the Cook' apron.]

[grimmdark]

I'm sure I'll need it.

[And she means it.]