lalala christmas stuff

[Benny and Brax show up on the Plane, dressed in Christmas party gear (Benny even has a Santa hat on), Benny dragging Brax onto the Plane with one hand while holding a glass of champagne with the other]

Right, no more excuses, you stay right there while I get your Christmas gift. And I won’t take no as an answer.

[Benny takes a sip of her champagne, before handing the glass to Brax. She stands on her tiptoes and puts a hand over his eyes] And eyes shut until I say so.

[and with that Benny drops from the Plane]

[Obediently, wearing a half-smile, Braxiatel does close his eyes. He isn’t especially dressed for Christmas. Rather, he is dressed as if he has been until shortly engaged in negotiations with an alien species over territorial disputes in this sector of space (because he was). Business suits are very unfestive, especially as Brax hasn’t had a moment to put on his special Christmas socks.]

[But there are no excuses on the Astral Plane, so Brax waits for his surprise. Whatever it may end up being.]

[Benny reappears on the Plane holding a weasel in her arms. Around his neck is a red ribbon, and if one were to look beneath the ribbon they’d find a collar with a nametag on it. Benny thrust the weasel out in Brax’s direction so they’d be eye to eye]

All right then, open them up.

[Benny smiled at Brax from behind the weasel, proud of her gift choice]

[Brax opens his eyes. Amused, he takes the weasel in his hands.] You know, I used to--

[His words are interrupted as he notices the nametag. There is absolute silence.]

[And then he laughs uproariously. Braxiatel has to set the weasel down and take a long drink of the champagne to make himself stop. But the smile doesn’t go away.]

Bernice. I have to question your taste. Not my favourite animal, I must confess.

[Benny takes off her hat, and standing on her tiptoes places it on Brax’s head before scooping up the weasel]

Don’t be harsh, he can’t help what he is. Can you, Narvin?

[and she hands Brax the weasel once more in exchange for her champagne.]

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[And look who just happens to be walking a bit of ways away from the pair, evidently absorbed in whatever he's doing on his datapad. What an absolutely crazy random happenstance. He's close enough to hear his name, but he hasn't noticed his furry namesake yet, so he glances up at the pair with a vague sort of annoyance.]

Can I do what?

Not an awful lot, I should imagine. Oh, but I forgot. Peace in the universe and good will towards sentience. Happy Christmas, Coordinator. Benny and I were just exchanging gifts.

Oh, Benny. Don't land me with Narvin and not a drop of alcohol. That's hardly in the spirit of things.

[Benny looks Narvin over, although she's talking to Brax] It's a shame really. I think he would have quite liked Christmas a few weeks back. Oh well, we all must grow up sometimes.

[addressing Narvin] Although, I must say Coordinator, it is rather big-headed of you to assume we were talking about you. I'm sure there are loads of other Narvins in the universe. [a beat] Well, all right, perhaps not loads, but there has to be one or two others floating around out there somewhere, I'm sure.

Oh yes, and Happy Christmas as well, Coordinator.

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If I didn't know better, I might think you're trying to say he's too much for you to handle. [and Benny finishes off her champagne just because] Although, if you had bothered to come out of your office, you might actually have a drop of alcohol to hold you over. Being cooped up and working during Christmas is hardly in the spirit of things either, I must say.

You know the government health warnings: don't drink and play the diplomat. Drunk diplomacy is unforgivable.

[He's slightly more serious as he sets the weasel down. Very few animals appreciate being held up all the time.]

And besides that. Draconians can be delicate about politeness. I could hardly cancel with them for an Earth-based commercial holiday.

Of course not. And I'm sure there was no possible way to schedule it for another day or --

[she stops herself, watching Narvin circling around behind Brax. Benny finally looks away from the weasel, and smiles up at Brax. It's Christmas and she doesn't want to argue]

So, do you like your gift? You're a very difficult man to shop for, Irving.

And you're very easy to buy. [A twitch of his smile.] For.

[He offers his toe for the weasel to sniff.] Thank you, Bernice. I like it a great deal. Let's just hope Wolsey doesn't eat him.

[Technically, it should be the other way around, but Wolsey is fierce.]

[damn straight Wolsey is fierce]

You really do amuse yourself far too much.

Don't worry. I've all ready had words with Wolsey about the matter, but I'll make sure to remind him. It's sweet, really, the way you're looking out for Narvin's well-being. If I didn't know better, I might even mistake it for caring.

Of course I care. I'm a collector. I try to preserve everything I possess.

[He says it a little too pleasantly.]

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[into her glass, which is sadly empty, so the gesture looks even more awkward and ridiculous]

...except for holiday traditions.

[Narvin is a grinch. :c] Christmas? Oh, the human holiday. Of course. I--

[There's a pause as he actually gets a good look at the other 'Narvin'.]

...what is that?

[Braxiatel's expression and tone are positively benign.] I'm surprised you don't recognize the species.

Another glass, I think, Bernice. One for each of us.

[cheerfully] It's a weasel. They're quite cute, don't you think?

Look at you, having a bright idea. The bar then?

Certainly not. This is a holiday for giving. And for that, only something from my personal collection will do.

Will you watch the weasel while I pop off to grab a bottle? You know they get into everything.

Well, I'm not one to pass up a nip into your personal collection.

But you better not try to work on your way to getting that wine. I dragged you here for a reason, and I don't look kindly on being abandoned for Draconians.

[He looks between the two of them, already suspicious of where this is heading.]

What is it doing here?

... Narvin?

As I said: Benny and I were exchanging gifts. So sorry I don't have yours yet, Coordinator. I thought I'd wait until young Miss Sawako's Christmas party.

[To Benny, as he pats the weasel on the head,] They're going to have karaoke. Do warn me before you answer the call to song, won't you?

[The fact that Benny has a lovely singing voice is no reason not to say something like this. Facts should never get in the way of conversation.]

And if they were Ice Warriors?

Then shame on you for not inviting me along.

[taking offense] I have a bloody fantastic voice, I'll have you know.

And even if it weren't a gift exchange, it is a free Plane last I checked. He has as much right to be here as you do.

[tilts her head towards the weasel] Brax has found himself a new friend. It's like a regular Christmas miracle.

[and Christmas miracles are totally worth celebration, so she takes another sip of her champagne]

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