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[in_a_flash_x]

Victorian era stage magician standing near the bar looking a little glum. He's missing his family and on his fourth cup of tea.

He's stirring his tea with one hand and fanning a deck of cards with the other.

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[eternal_boy]

"Happy St. Nicholas' Day," he offers as he places the little bag of red and green on the counter besides the tea. The smell of warm cookies is unmistakable.

[in_a_flash_x]

"I cannot say that I have ever celebrated St. Nicholas' Day."

[eternal_boy]

"Well, you don't have to now," he admits. "But... I don't suppose a few cookies will upset you further?"

[in_a_flash_x]

"No, they won't."

A mild frown of confusion crosses his face.

"How does one celebrate this day?"

[eternal_boy]

"Mostly by giving little gifts of candy or cookies," he answers. "Like so."

[in_a_flash_x]

"I see. Well, thank you. If I ever have opportunity, I shall make an attempt to celebrate the holiday in London. The children would enjoy it."

[eternal_boy]

He smiles.

"I'm sure."

A bow of his head.

"Good day, sir."

And then he departs.

[in_a_flash_x]

"And to you."

He gives the cookies a quick inspection, then dunks one in his tea.