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[flowers_on_skin]

It was Christmas Eve, babe...in the drunk tank, and an old man said to me, "won't see another one".

Christmas had always somewhat perplexed Eostre, if she was honest. She didn't understand. The trees were pretty. She'd always rather enjoyed the food, but it seemed to her that God got rather lost in it. The Christians had such a funny little

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[one_eyed_rags]

Ragetti was deeply confused by the decorative tree in the bookroom, but he had, for the most part, ignored it's presense. He had at first been tempted to attempt climbing it like a wayward cat, but had dismissed the idea as soon as it was struck. The growing presence of apparent gifts beneath it had also been tempting, and he had been putting up a noble battle with his inner pirate in the effort to not steal them and hide them in the forest until everyone forgot they were missing. But he had, for the generous most part, won that battle.

The presense of the woman was not unusual, for he had certainly seen her in the room before, but had never made an attempt at approaching her. But the sight of her little plate of biscuits and her unguarded position seemed an open enough invitation to attempt making conversation.

" 'ullo, Mizzez." he tried nervously as he climbed onto a sofa near her.

[one_eyed_rags]

His intictive reaction was to flinch when the hand approached his face, but he quickly untensed when she did nothing but brush the wild untamed bangs away.

"I joined da buildin' team righ' afore i' snowed. I wanna make me own place ta live, I sleeps in 'ere righ' now, bu' mebbe I cans 'elp ye? I likes ta 'elp. Ans dat way I can pay ye back fer da biscuits."

[flowers_on_skin]

"Oh, you might know Chris then," she said, with a fond smile. "I think he's decided it's his job to take care of me. Which is fine, but the least he can do is build me a bedroom."

She shook her head.

"You really don't need to pay me back. I made more than I can eat. I always do that. Make more than anybody needs."

[one_eyed_rags]

"Chris." He shook his head. "I mets Jim Lennox ans he said dat 'ed talk ta Chris." He finally finished his biscuit and moved on to the second, eating it considerably quicker than the first.

He shook his head as well. "Ye be righ' nice lady. Treat me nice ans give me treats. Would'na be proper ta no' offer ye summat."

[flowers_on_skin]

"Sometimes people just do nice things because it's easier than being horrible," she said, with a faint smile. "And, yes, I know Jim. Him and Chris live together."

[one_eyed_rags]

He nodded around his biscuit. "I found ou' frem 'im whot modern peoples mean by boyfriend. We dun use dat word back 'ome."

[flowers_on_skin]

She shook her head.

"I don't suppose that you do, pet. They're nice boys, Chris and Jim."

[one_eyed_rags]

"Jim be righ' nice. 'e played dress up wit me." He smiled somewhat shyly and plowed into the third biscuit.

[flowers_on_skin]

She snorted laughter through her nose.

"That...does not surprise me at all. Not one bit. As long as you're all having fun."

[one_eyed_rags]

He nodded happily. "Ans Radek was der too ans--" he clasped his hand over his mouth looking horrified. "Dun tell 'im I told ye! e'll 'ate me 'e will!"

[flowers_on_skin]

She raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know him, but I'm sure if he's a friend of Jim's, he's a nice person."

[one_eyed_rags]

He nodded, bright red and still looking mildly horrified. " 'e righ' nice fella'. Bu' 'e told me nots ta tell no'un dat 'e dressed up wit us. I brokes me promise."

[flowers_on_skin]

Eostre gave him a solemn look.

"I swear not to tell a soul. Your secret's safe with me."

[one_eyed_rags]

He was instantly relieved and allowed himself to relax all over again. "Fank ye, Eostre. I'd 'ate ta make 'im mad a' me."