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[takiena_called]

Henry's told Finn enough about Christmas that some of it's finally seeped in.

So Finn takes the stairs two at a time, and goes to talk to the bar about his gifts. (He asks her to give a mug of hot cocoa to Lethe, two of his drawings of the mountains to Rial and Plourr, a "...thing for babies" [it ends up being a small stuffed elephant] for their

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[lasthalfmile]

The next time Finn stops by the bar, he'll find a small package wrapped in brown paper waiting for him. It's a sketchbook. There's a note, too: And a good Christmas to you, Finn. - Dan

[fighting_mad]

Plourr stares at the note, the drawings, and the unfamiliar stuffed creature for a long, long moment when she receives it; she has a one-year-old babbling on her hip and yanking at her hair, but you'd never know it from her lack-of-expression.

(Sometimes she thinks she has lost all pain receptors in her scalp.)

She asks Bar for a scrap of flimsi and a stylus, and she settles at the bar for a moment. She's gone quickly -- meetings to preside over, advisers to berate -- but she leaves a note behind. It's covered in scrawled handwriting and a little bit of Ianna-drool.

Finn: Is this some weird Bar thing? I've never heard of krystmas. Thanks; the drawings look great and I've got the perfect place for them. Ianna's already biting the hell out of the gray thing and completely covering it in spit, which means she loves it and says thanks, too. Going to catch you in here one of these days; we've been busy but good. I've been cracking skulls as usual. Hope you can say the same.

--P(On Eiattu, later that afternoon, there are two