Just in case anyone hasn't -quite- got their gifts sorted out . . .

[rareradiance]

Gabrielle has set up her table in the main room.

A selection of fans with holiday scenes painted on them are laid out for examination, along with designs of the non-seasonal variety. There are, as usual, a selection of more . . . risque pieces for those so inclined. There is also a pot of chocolate, with a little sign reading "Joyeux noel! Have a

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[phoenix_wand]

"There's nothing wrong with these, is there?" Harry asks suspiciously, eyeing both the fans and the chocolate pot. "No spells on them, I mean?"

[rareradiance]

"Spells?" Gabrielle laughs. "Certainly not. I've been called enchanting once or twice, but I'm not quite magical."

Typist: >.> Er, pretend this isn't absurdly late.

[phoenix_wand]

He doesn't look particularly comforted, and still eyes the fans with suspicion. "You can't be too careful here, from what I've heard," he remarks grimly. "I've been told all kinds of stories about people turning into -- animals, or only being able to speak in song, that kind of thing."

Typist: No fear! My original comment was late itself!

[rareradiance]

Gabrielle nods. "I've heard a thing or two of the sort, although I've been lucky enough to avoid it myself. I imagine it's very entertaining to watch, though."