Room 512, Wednesday Afternoon

[doesnotkneel]

Edward couldn't rightly say he'd thought he'd regret putting up the frills for Christmas, but he was swiftly turning back on that opinion. He'd caught the image of old, hungry holidays past spent bent over in a church pew several times yesterday. And while those memories had become a thing of the past, today brought whole new other surprises

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was going to be hopping across universes for Christmas very, very soon, but she had a present to drop off before that. So, she turned up at Edward's door.

Of course, she'd also happened across a fascinating ornament which she was still holding in her hand and examining when she showed up, so her "Hi" was a little bit distracted.

[doesnotkneel]

Edward was swift to drop his own ornament behind him - he didn't think there was a need for Isabelle to see it.

"Isabelle," he greeted, blinking. "Ah, what's the phrase? Happy holidays?"

[seveninchmotto]

"'Merry Christmas' also works," Isabelle told him, stepping into the room as she pried her gaze away from the ornament in her hand. "But I'm not very picky. It's barely my culture, anyway. But I got you something."

She held out what she'd been holding in her other hand. It was a soft package, not too big but not too small, either.

"Here. Happy holidays."

[doesnotkneel]

And here Edward had thought her arrival alone was enough of a surprise. A gift?

He took it. "Thank you," he said. If he sounded wary, well, he hadn't thought to get... anyone anything. There hadn't ever been much of gift-giving at the Kenway house, this time of year.

He unwrapped it, trying not to think about the fact he wouldn't have been able to afford a gift anyhow. When the paper gave way, he lifted its contents, and-- "It's a scarf." He meant that in the best way possible.

Flipping it over made it clear this was one of great make. "It's beautiful."