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LOCATION: some vendor station at the market

“Alright, well–” There was a bit of a sigh that escaped him, eyes all too focused on the options displayed, “I gotta pick one of these ugly Christmas sweaters…” Wearing something outrageous during the holiday season was just something Brandon always liked to do. It made work a bit more enjoyable, gave him a good laugh, “Or maybe two of these… I dunno… I already got a onesie that I’m going to pull out, but I’m savin’ that for Christmas eve.” He was definitely going to need a secondary opinion on this, “What do you think? Santa rocking the Kim K vibe? Rudolph after a rough night, or just a plain ol’ classic?”

“Alright, alright. Asshole, Your eggnog daiquiri’s better than what I paid fifteen bucks for. I get it. Stop yelling, I’ll get you some revenue….Hey—yeah, you! Want a Daiquiri? Support your local Grinch?” 

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Bonnie smirked at Alice with her words, clearly tooting her own proverbial horn in that moment. “Yes, and it’s definitely going to be a hit. Everyone loves a little kitsch at the holidays, especially with the holiday market too. –not that this is in any way kitschy.” Her eyes widened as if surprised she even had to mention it, “Alice my mouth is already watering. I’m definitely going to bring some to my parents on Christmas. No way am I letting them eat the food they make in the nursing home.”

Bonnie looked up from the page, genuinely impressed. “Wow, this is really amazing. I mean not that my eye is all that keen for what’s deemed ‘amazing’, but I love it.” She grinned, handing it back to the owner.