Wash didn't have time to do any major gift shopping this year, what with the being effectively dead and all.
So when he hobbles in, all he's got in his hand is a thick stack of envelopes, which he deposits on Bar with a quick, "Hey, make sure these get to the right people, please?"
Bar obliges.
"Xiexie -- happy new year, I'll be back later
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