I feel like Saint Nicholas is pulling my leg

[cloistre]

[So. THE DAY HAS FINALLY ARRIVED, LONDON. It is Christmas. A light snow falls upon the city, and even the Old Ones seem quiet and non-existent against the hustle and bustle of people giving gifts or doing emergency shopping despite the chances that literally nothing is actually open right now.

But that's probably just wishful thinking. You could pretend, if you tried hard enough.

What are you doing?]

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[birdenesque]

[Give her a moment she's staring at you like you offered her the universe and some really nice shoes.]

I... I would like that, but I'm not sure our services could make it up to you, miss.

[cloistre]

Company is good enough. I'm dealing with one freeloader already. You're welcome to stay.

[birdenesque]

[She will figure out some kind of nice present to get you nice lady!]

...I would hug you, but you seem to like your arm's distance, da? I promise to repay your kindness somehow!

[cloistre]

[... Awkward.]

... Yes. I do.

No payment is needed.

[birdenesque]

That's why I'm still over here, mm?

[It is a miracle and a half that she didn't go through with said hug anyway. And still hasn't. It means the personal space really is respected.]

I know that! But I'm paying you back anyway.

[cloistre]

I have more than enough money.

[Because. That is the only way you pay people. Right?]

[birdenesque]

There's more to life than money, mm!

[Her presents will now remain eternally a secret.]

[cloistre]

Yes. I'm learning that.

[birdenesque]

Then I'll help you learn faster!

[cloistre]

... All right. Thank you.