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[Everyone will no doubt notice a new addition to the Plane: a giant Christmas tree. Yes, it’s decorated. Lights, ornaments, candy canes, the works. EVEN TINSEL. Tinsel rocks. Lots of tinsel, really.

There are also quite a few presents stacked under the tree. Each is addressed to a person on the Plane with hilariously appropriate - or possibly inappropriate - wrapping paper.

There is a sign near the tree which reads, “Thank you very much for helping us. Please accept a gift, completely and utterly free. It is our payment. We feel you’ve earned it! Did you know some trees stay green in the winter? But they‘re so prickly.”

At the bottom of the sign a small scribbled note reads, “We tried to bake cookies but even we wouldn’t eat those.”]

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We can look, at least. [Fumie moves to the present pile and starts scavenging around.] Maaa there are so many. There must be one for you.

There ain't really anything I'd want. Nothing that those Twins could give me, anyway.

[She starts nosing through the packages regardless, relying more on appearance and smell than the labels to find it. She stops at one package with a familiar smell, and looks up at Fumie expectantly, unable to read her name on the label.]

[Fumie drops over near her and checks the tag.] Ah! Yes, this one is your's. [She checks it and pushes it forward.] There's a little ribbon here to pull to take the packaging off.

[She tugs at the bow, already having a pretty good idea of what's inside. This doesn't stop her looking a little surprised at the sausages inside, and pawing lightly at them with a hint of nostalgia.]

[Fumie looks surprised.] Ah, those look good. Is there something wrong with them?

[She looks up at her, then purrs slightly in reassurance.] Nothin', hon. They're just the same kind an old consort of mine once stole for me.

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