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[flowers_on_skin]

It was Christmas Eve, babe...in the drunk tank, and an old man said to me, "won't see another one".

Christmas had always somewhat perplexed Eostre, if she was honest. She didn't understand. The trees were pretty. She'd always rather enjoyed the food, but it seemed to her that God got rather lost in it. The Christians had such a funny little

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[cryptogam]

Stephen had wandered into the rec room in search of more books to read, and paused to listen to the song playing on the jukebox. The singer was obviously Irish, which was what had caught his ear. The lyrics were not entirely comprehensible to him, but what he did understand made him smile wryly.

"Good day, Eostre," he said, spotting the young lady lying on the couch. "I have not seen you in some time. How goes it with you?"

[flowers_on_skin]

"Doctor Maturin," said Eostre, half sitting up and dropping a half eaten biscuit back onto her plate. "A pleasure to see you. I trust the island's been treating you decently?"

She neatly avoided the enquiry about her health. She didn't need to talk to anybody else about the constant nausea...especially when she was so enjoying her biscuits.

[cryptogam]

"Well enough," said Stephen somewhat evasively. He looked at the Christmas tree curiously. "I have never seen a tree decorated for Christmas before. I have heard it is a German custom. It seems rather heathenish to me - like the Druids or somesuch."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre snorted.

"Not our ways, Doctor. I was just thinking about the point of it myself." She sat up, nodding to the spare seat and holding out the plate.

"Biscuit?"

[get_a_lifetime]

Death bounded into the rec room with an ornament for the tree. She had been so patient waiting for the glue to dry and now the cobbled together orb of glued sea glass was ready to hang.

"Hiiiii, Eostre," she sing-songed as she skipped past her.

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre watched Death go past her, her hand unconciously on her stomach and put a biscuit down.

She rubbed the end of her nose.

"Hello, Didi."

[get_a_lifetime]

"How are you?" she asked brightly over her shoulder. "Are you feeling better yet? I totally am."

[flowers_on_skin]

"Well, that's something," she said, breaking the edge off of a biscuit, but not putting in her mouth. "A lot of people were very worried."

She avoided the question about how she was. She didn't want to talk about throwing up when she was quite enjoying her biscuits.

[abbysciuto]

Abby was working. Yes, working, but what else was she going to do with her time?

She had gone out enough to grab a sprig of mistletoe, though, and she brought it with her into the rec room, walked over to Eostre, and held it above her.

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre looked up at the mistletoe, looked back at Abby and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, fine. Exploit me. I don't care."

She tilted her face up for a kiss.

[abbysciuto]

Abby leaned down and kissed Eostre lightly but thoroughly.

When she pulled back, she said softly, "Sorry, been wanting to do that all month. I finally decided I'd have to bring the mistletoe to you."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre grinned and rolled her eyes, holding out the plate of biscuits to Abby.

"Want one. I made them this morning. I had a craving."

[one_eyed_rags]

Ragetti was deeply confused by the decorative tree in the bookroom, but he had, for the most part, ignored it's presense. He had at first been tempted to attempt climbing it like a wayward cat, but had dismissed the idea as soon as it was struck. The growing presence of apparent gifts beneath it had also been tempting, and he had been putting up a noble battle with his inner pirate in the effort to not steal them and hide them in the forest until everyone forgot they were missing. But he had, for the generous most part, won that battle.

The presense of the woman was not unusual, for he had certainly seen her in the room before, but had never made an attempt at approaching her. But the sight of her little plate of biscuits and her unguarded position seemed an open enough invitation to attempt making conversation.

" 'ullo, Mizzez." he tried nervously as he climbed onto a sofa near her.

[flowers_on_skin]

She lifted her head to look at him.

"Hello, pet," she said. "Would you like a biscuit?"

She helt out the plate to him, her hand swathed in her sweater.

[one_eyed_rags]

Flushing he nervously glanced from her to the plate and, quick as lightening, snatched one up incase she changed her mind and the offer was removed. Nibbling at it slowly he watched her in twitchy shyness. "Fank ye, Mizzez."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre smiled, lifting her leg to give him more room on the couch, watching him eat the biscuit.

"No problem at all, my love. If I eat them all, I'll be the size of a house and I've got plenty of time for that."

[liberatedpet]

Jeroen bounded into the rec-room a little excitedly. He'd been annoyed at first with the way the months seemed to have changed, but that was before he found out it was almost Christmas. He wasn't really hoping for much, but if the bookshelf seemed to think, as others said it did, he hoped it would be nice, as a Christmas present, and give him The Grinch Who Stole Christmas again.

He wouldn't have Crowley translating for him, but he thought he'd understand the story this time around.

[flowers_on_skin]

Eoste lifted her head to watch as Jeroen bounded across the rec room, before letting her head fall back and taking another bite of her biscuit. The jukebox had moved on to a rousing rendition of "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus."

Eostre rolled her eyes.

[liberatedpet]

Jeroen spotted Eostre after a moment, and walked up to her, his enthusiasum never flagging. "Hallo," he said brightly, before sitting down beside her.

[flowers_on_skin]

"Hello, sweetheart," said Eostre, lifting her legs to make room for him, and automatically handing him a biscuit. "How're we?"