Rebel 29 [Voice/Action -- Forward-dated to tomorrow]

[not_meatbuns]

[Anybody walking past House 48 today is bound to smell the aroma of cookies. Tons of them. Litchi went a little overboard in preparing some holiday food - as per usual, since the woman never cooks in anything less than army proportions. The house itself is decorated rather nicely; lights, garland, mistletoe, holly, you name it, it's probably strung up somewhere. This may not be a holiday Litchi usually celebrates, but dammit if she's not getting into it anyway. She has her "family" to celebrate with and that's all that really matters.

But there's still the problem of just how many cookies she has here. There's definitely way too much for just her and Tsubaki and Thirteen... and although she knows Tao could eat all of them, she doesn't want to let the catgirl eat too much. And so, a very cheerful Litchi puts a call out over the journals:]

[Voice]

Would anybody like some cookies? I think I made a bit too much, and there's certainly more than enough to go around. If anybody would like some, just let me know and I can bring them by.

The snow really is beautiful today, isn't it...? Just be sure to keep warm, everyone. I'd hate for anyone to fall ill with all the festivities going on.

[[ooc: Anyone is welcome to cookies! Feel free to either come knocking on the door of the house or just ask even if Litchi doesn't know your character. :D Also, she has presents for friends. Go nuts!]]

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[not_meatbuns]

[She shifts just enough so that she can look up at him. That smile of his is terribly contagious... not that she can ever really resist it.]

It was worth it. [Weak laugh.] I'm just... so glad you like it.

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Couldn't have asked for anything better.

[And looking back down to her. He wasn't talking about just the plane, either.]

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi's eyes are locked on his for a moment, her heart beating ever faster. For a few seconds that seem to just stretch on into forever, she struggles against the urge to lean in closer... and then she realizes with a start that she's been staring for a while now.

All too aware of just how much she's blushing, she ducks her head shyly. Try to cover it up. Just act normal. Ignore that faint guilt.]

S-should I open yours now...?

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Thirteen nods and releases her. Maybe with a hint of reluctance. But, without a problem, he hands over the three presents. The largest package contains two novels, the medium one has a couple of boxes of tea in them from Strangereal, though none of them are Erusian. And the last one is a bottle of perfume, with a mild floral scent.]

Yes. Merry Christmas, Litchi.

[not_meatbuns]

Oh, David... [And she can already see herself curling up on the couch with these novels and a nice cup of tea. He really does know her far too well.

Once she's given the perfume an experimental sniff -- and smiled that even that was a perfect choice -- she gives him another hug, nudging her head up beneath his chin. Stop being comfortable, Thirteen.]

Thank you. This is perfect.

[And she doesn't just mean the gifts, either.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[Nope, can't do that. Thirteen rests his chin lightly against her head as he returns that hug. He could get used to this... Of course, he can't help but be happy with how she reacted to her presents.

...And he may be turning a little red himself at the comment. Right now he doesn't want to move from this spot, so content to remain standing here, holding her.]

You're welcome. ...I'm glad you're happy, Litchi.

[not_meatbuns]

[It's probably a good thing Tsubaki can't see this. The returned hug just draws out a contented sigh from Litchi. Despite the nagging guilt at the back of her mind, she still doesn't want to move. At least not yet. Eventually, Tao will probably barge in, and it'll all be over...

If only it could always be this way...]

Hmm... Very happy, yes. Thank you... [For everything.]