[On the bedside table there's another, albeit smaller package waiting for his mister mister~, a simple pair of
gloves(Second from the top). A hint at to what his Christmas present is to be, and with them there are
cookies, something he hopes he'lll save to share with him, later. >>]
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Gabriel: The hell am I going to need gloves for? We better not be going to Delta Vega. The cookies look good, so I'm taking them down to sickbay. The nurses will think I've lost my damn mind. Come by, have one and laugh at them with me. --Len
[really, he doesn't want to have too much sugar before the holiday, because he knows it's going to get out of hand closer to Christmas; but he's not going to tell Gabriel that for fear of making him feel bad]
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Pretend you made them, that'll confuse them even more.
I'll be down as soon as I can.
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I knew there was a reason I kept you around.
Don't get in trouble with Mister Scott on my account.
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I won't tell. In fact, I'll come praise what an amazing baker you are.
I won't I won't. Besides I'm with Jim.
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