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[sime_channel]

Its rather late for her usual sort of entry, but Suzi wanders down from upstairs and heads toward a seat. As always she's heralded by the jingle-jingle-jingle of her anklet, and she's got paper with lists. Also her knitting, but the lists are the important thing. They're questions to ask Quinn.

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[eternal_boy]

And besides her things, a small bag of red and green that smells of almond sugar cookie is placed by a friendly looking blonde man who nods his head and smiles.

"Happy St. Nicholas' Day."

[sime_channel]

"...St. Nicholas' Day?" She asks, fingers closing around the cookie bag nearly convulsively and eyes getting wide, "Is that a cookie holiday?"

[eternal_boy]

He chuckles.

"Something like that. It's... traditional to give little gifts of cookies or candy, usually in children's shoes the morning of."

[sime_channel]

"I'll remeber that." She glances down at her own shoes and then back up at him, "I like cookies. Thank you very much."

[eternal_boy]

He gives her a slight bow.

"You're... very welcome. Take care, though."

[sime_channel]

"You too." She waves, rather than bows.

[eternal_boy]

And off he goes.