Christmas gifts!
Dec. 22nd, 2015 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
visible_sarielMany of Sariel's friends get tea this year, it seems. Short notice can really stink sometimes, especially when it's the cross-dimensional kind that has two very disparate timeflows at its heart. Nothing against anyone; this holiday just snuck up and pounced on her, almost literally. All explanation aside, the tin of tea waiting for Will is ginger, the one for River Tam is oolong, Ellen's is orange, Demeter's is jasmine, and Charles's is Earl Gray.
On the other hand, Captain Kirk and Turanga Leela both have a pound of medium roast Caribbean coffee waiting for them. Some traditions last for good reason. Sometimes for multiple good reasons, even.
Yrael's gift is a bottle of red wine circa 2370. It is not, it must be noted, Chateau Picard, but it should be perfectly enjoyable just the same. So should the felted catnip fish tucked in beside the larger present... that is, if you enjoy such things. At least, or maybe unfortunately, it's not a mousie?
Harding... It's been so long since she's seen him, or Scurlock, or Teller, or the other Leela--the one she's been in ground-based combat with, as opposed to the pilot--that Sariel isn't quite sure what to do. In the end, she leans toward Bar and speaks at low volume. Harding's tab (if he's accumulated one at all since last year's local Christmas) zeroes out, replaced by enough credit for a decent meal, and the other three see modest dents in whatever amounts they may owe. It's not extravagant, but it's something.
On the other hand, Captain Kirk and Turanga Leela both have a pound of medium roast Caribbean coffee waiting for them. Some traditions last for good reason. Sometimes for multiple good reasons, even.
Yrael's gift is a bottle of red wine circa 2370. It is not, it must be noted, Chateau Picard, but it should be perfectly enjoyable just the same. So should the felted catnip fish tucked in beside the larger present... that is, if you enjoy such things. At least, or maybe unfortunately, it's not a mousie?
Harding... It's been so long since she's seen him, or Scurlock, or Teller, or the other Leela--the one she's been in ground-based combat with, as opposed to the pilot--that Sariel isn't quite sure what to do. In the end, she leans toward Bar and speaks at low volume. Harding's tab (if he's accumulated one at all since last year's local Christmas) zeroes out, replaced by enough credit for a decent meal, and the other three see modest dents in whatever amounts they may owe. It's not extravagant, but it's something.
