Christmas, hmm? A festive time of celebration marked by the transference of gifts and well wishes. All very nice and good.
But it appears that in the general chaos that seems to be the normal state of affairs around here, everyone has forgotten to give me my proper due. No matter. I'm not one of those stringy prepubescent onryou; I don't hold
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Ah... I-I'm sorry, I just wasn't able to find you...
... I'm... not sure if you eat, but the other ghosts I knew from back home do, so... *she's offering a box of mochi*
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Well, perhaps you simply didn't look hard enough. Or perhaps I spent most of the day invisible, setting up pranks. But as they say, better late than never. Thank you, Reisen.
[Bow maneuvers the lid of the box off and stares for a few moments.]
Er.
Multicolored rubber! How. Ah. What's the word . . . Delightful. Yes. Delightful.
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Ah...
... it's not rubber. It's food. I know it might look strange for people who've never seen it before, but...
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[Bow continues to stare suspiciously at the rainbow assortment of what appears to be round rubber balls. A few more moments pass.]
Well! How nice. Thank you, Reisen.
. . .
Ah-hem.
[One must be polite, after all. Bow levitates one of the blobs to her mouth, fully prepared to mask it within her ectoplasm into Reisen leaves. Perhaps a chew or two for emphasis.]
Mmmmmmmmmm, this is really something e . . . Really. Really . . . Actually. Hm. It's delicious!
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I-it's a bit late, but... Happy Holidays.
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Mmph, I do indeed! Omph happy -- snarf -- holidays to you mmmmmm also, Miss Reisen!
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