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[youngtimer]

Absolutely, come on in.

[Horatio closes the sheaf of the week's reports, sliding it off to the side as Saint Germain comes in. his office is neat and tidy as always, the dark wooden desk, windowsills, and sidebar dusted and oiled, the dark green carpet and drapes (mostly) clean save for the day's traffic. he gestures to the seats in front of his desk - there is a regular chair, and also something more akin to an ottoman to accommodate monsters who need anything backless for a myriad of reasons]

Make yourself at home. I know you and coffee don't get along, but I could make you some tea?

[he keeps a decent selection of top-shelf teas for those of the staff who prefer it - both past and present.]

[alchepistol]

Herbal, if you have it.

[ Caffeine is a WOW NO! The last time she had tea she ended up leaning on Cagliostro, stroking her hair, and mumbling something about perfection.

She pulls the ottoman over and settles atop it, using it in lieu of her legs for body support. little miss muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey. along came a spider, who sat down beside her ]

[youngtimer]

Sure do.

[he takes out a blend Celeste always used to favor: something with hibiscus and rose that's light but not too sweet, and a bright pink when brewed.]

But I'm sure you didn't just come here for tea, and if you were here for Cagliostro you wouldn't have left the floor... What can I do for you?

[alchepistol]

I'm here to offer something, not to request it.

[ She produces a square box wrapped in gold paper from beneath her coat and sets it on the table. It....goes "thud". A rather heavy "thud." ]

Happy Nattensfest.

[youngtimer]

Oh! Hey, thanks!

[he's pleasantly surprised, already grinning before he's even opened it]

Actually, hold that thought.

[he Blinks out, then back in almost immediately with a package of his own - what looks like a dress shirt box, wrapped in paper printed in ornate swathes of holly]

There, now we each have something to open.

[alchepistol]

[ At the sight of a box for herself, Saint-Germain flushes, touched. She is receiving so many presents this Nattensfest, so many gestures that others have thought of her. It...isn't bad. ]

Thank you.....

[ She turns the box over, so as not to tear the paper when she removes it. ]

I'll do so, then.

[ His, if they end up opening each other's gifts at the same time, is ACTUAL LITERAL POUNDS OF OLD PERSON CANDY. He was the only person who liked her licorice and other such treats at Halloween, and as she knows faeries can have a sweet tooth from living with Cagliostro, she felt he might appreciate his treats in bulk! ]

[youngtimer]

[inside her box is a piece of Lighthouse-branded gear, but it's far different from the standard t-shirts and sweatshirts that new arrivals and volunteers receive. Saint-Germain is the recipient of a bespoke windbreaker with a hood and perfect allowances for her many arms and legs: the arms get sleeves, and the rest of the coat is long enough to cover the legs without hindrance of movement. The Handler and Saint-Germain may not be fast friends, but Horatio knows the perils of arachne life, and the Handler knew a good spider tailor. So, sometimes these things align well.

He opens his own box and almost cackles, his hand coming up to cover his mouth in delighted astonishment]

Holy shit, Saint-G, this is ... this is an obscene amount of penny candy. I'm gonna be set for the whole damn year. Thank you.

[alchepistol]

I'm glad you'll enjoy it.

[ You can hear her smile in her voice as she looks over her windbreaker. The abdomen behind said many legs, with its mirrored panels that expand and retract with stress, is a nearly unbroken reflective surface. He liked her gift....! And he got her something so thoughtful.....

She sets the box aside to try on the windbreaker. Look at that....the length accommodates her leg span.......Masterful tailoring.....

You gave a spider clothes, hope you don't mind if she enters a fugue state for a second. ]

[youngtimer]

[he watches her try it on. he knows exactly what well-tailored clothes can do for someone still acclimating to their monstrous body - discovering tricks to help accommodate his wings had made life so much easier. after a few moments, he ventures:]

It should fit just right ... I asked Cagliostro for the measurements.

[it was a conversation he'd tried to keep as professional as possible. whether or not Cagliostro did the same, well. that would have been entirely up to her]

[alchepistol]

....You did? She gave no signs.....

[ But she knows her comrade is clever. Even before becoming a faerie, Cagliostro had abandoned being a liar, yet her mind remains sharp. It always works beneath the surface. Saint-Germain is proud to have such a quick-witted comrade....

....and this coat is easy to move in, as well....no obstructions......the fabric is of a type she's never considered her style before, but in Ryslig's weather patterns it's eminently sensible.....

Ah, but she should acknowledge the gift to its giver. ]

I've no objections to its functionality. Thank you.

[ we are really topping off the saint-germain praise scale here. good job! ]

[youngtimer]

[there are plenty of ways to know your girlfriend's measurements, Saint-G, but he's not about to spell them out for you. it's probably going to be a lot more fun to watch her eventually figure that out herself]

Don't mention it. You're my right-hand spider, aren't you? You do so much for the Lighthouse, and even if it's because of your own personal philosophy and goals ... it means a lot. And that's worth at least a good raincoat. ... I put the tailor's business card in the inside pocket so you know where to go if you want anything else made or altered.

[he unwraps a peppermint pillow - the almost chalky kind that just melt in your mouth after a minute or two - and pops it in his mouth with a pleased little sound]

[alchepistol]

I appreciate it.

[ Being appreciated in turn is new, too. Saint-Germain is not quite certain what else to say, so she'll just stand here permitting herself enjoyment of this moment.

Nattensfest is pleasant. ]