Gifts

[jarndyceheir]

As promised, Richard does have a gift for Ada. He just needs to find her

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[notallworthy]

Tom is in his room, sulking and missing home terribly if Richard should finally gather the courage to deliver the present and need to find him.

[jarndyceheir]

Richard does, finally, suck it up and come to Tom's room. He counts to three, and knocks.

[notallworthy]

And Tom does eventually speak. "Come in?"

[jarndyceheir]

He opens the door. "...Merry Christmas, Tom." Quiet.

[notallworthy]

"Oh. ...Happy Christmas, Rick."

[jarndyceheir]

"I... I didn't know if you'd take it from me, but I got you a small gift."

[notallworthy]

Tom blinks. "For what?" Oh the joy of completely different Christmas customs. Including not giving gifts on Christmas. Mainly just a lot of hunting and dances.

[jarndyceheir]

"For Christmas." Well, hey. Christmas as Richard knows it only exists because of A Christmas Carol, in some ways, so...eheh.

[notallworthy]

"Oh. Thank you...?" Victorians. Gotta love 'em.

[jarndyceheir]

He produces a small box and, after a small hesitation, comes in to set it on the desk. "I confess, I... I rather thought you would be out, in honor of the day."

[notallworthy]

Tom doesn't reach for it just yet. "Out shooting? I don't quite feel like it."

Typist: Emo, thy name is Tom.

[jarndyceheir]

"Or perhaps visiting. Our friend Ganymede, or perhaps Miss Seagrim..."

[notallworthy]

Tom shrugged and reached for the box, just fiddling with it absentmindedly for the moment.

[jarndyceheir]

Softly, "If you wanted, Ada and I would love to have you this evening. But if not... I don't want to trouble you."

[notallworthy]

"For what?" He started opening the box.

[jarndyceheir]

"We're having supper, and some singing. Just a few friends."

In the box is a small, plain but fine pocket watch, in style for Richard's time.