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It had taken awhile to figure out who this Raeger person was, but he figured it out eventually. Now he could return the favor for the birthday gift. On Christmas no less, so it was a two for one deal. The only problem was that he didn’t know what this guy liked. For that reason he went to the roast in order to find out, when Raeger was and wasn’t on the clock. After all they had never seen him in real life, so to Raeger this Jamie person was only known by name.

The guy liked something to cook with, exotic things. As a result all Jamie could think of was seaweed to give the guy, along with sea urchins. That would be good enough right. With the bag in hand he went to the apartment in which Raeger lived in. By a stroke of luck he saw the chief heading towards their dwelling.

Jamie piked up the pace, “Raeger!” It felt odd calling his name, as Jamie did not know the other at all. Other than the fact that they gave him something. Making his way in front of them he held out a bag towards them. “Just wanted to say thanks for the birthday gift, and merry Christmas.”

As he was given the present along with a small thanks, Raeger could only peer down at his gift with wide eyes, completely speechless. "For me? Wow, you really didn't have to..." It wasn't often that he received something like this, much less from another guy. And he had to admit, it was a little touching that his small gesture even meant that much. Small things really made a big difference-- or something like along those lines. 

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People wonder how Neil could hate the holidays so much. Well, spending money when practically living from paycheck to paycheck was the norm wasn’t exactly ideal. It didn’t really matter if it was just a few pieces of chocolate or a whole damn tin of cookies, money was money. Anyway, Neil bought cookies and placed them in bags for his coworkers. He left each of them where he knew his coworkers would see them. On each he left a note that read:

Happy Holidays. Don’t expect me to be nice all of a sudden.

-Neil

On Raeger’s in particular he wrote:

You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Don’t give this to me again.

Did what on purpose?

With the sort of company she kept, it wasn’t surprising for people to come and go from her apartment. It seemed like she (or Chels) was always getting a visitor, whether she wanted one or not. Hanging out with friends was nice and all, but when one was as tired as she was. Constantly? Then it got a bit… exhausting. Annoying, even. She still loved her friends, though, no question about that. She just didn’t love seeing their faces when she felt like actual death.

And the weekends were especially important to her, since they were the few chances she got for some relaxation throughout her otherwise busy week. Her mood was a lot lighter on these days, so when she hears a knock at the door, she bounds up to it with a noticeable and energized skip in her step.

“Howdy… oh!” Georgia doesn’t really know who to expect when she opens the door, but she certainly doesn’t expect it to be the nice guy from The Roast. She didn’t mind it at all, but why he was here still escaped her. “Raeger, hi! It’s totally fine, don’t worry. How can I…” She trails off when he makes the reason for his visit clear, and she suddenly recalls the last conversation she had with him. 

Right. The cooking lessons. How could she forget about something so important!?

“O-oh, um, yeah! Yeah, I’d love to!” She steps to the side to give him some walking room, gesturing for him to come in. “Please, come in! I, uh, haven’t gotten around to my weekend cleaning yet, so sorry for any mess.”

When he's met with a confused Georgia, Raeger felt a twinge of guilt. Maybe he should've said something beforehand, but once she realizes his intentions, she seems eager to invite him in. "That's a relief! I didn't know when it'd be a good time to come." He laughed as he rubbed his neck sheepishly. 

At her apology, he shook his head dismissively. "Don't worry about it. I came here without warning after all." He then stepped into her apartment, trying not to let his eyes linger around for too long. Once he found the kitchen (which doesn't take long because his apartment was structured the same way), he turned back to Georgia. 

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The cold winter chill made Elise’s cheeks tinge with red. Not only that, she had the cold and of course, her natural irritability of  hers only seemed to increase. With such horrible weather, it was incredible that she was even expected to come into work today. But with that bitter thought, her thoughts turned to her father, and how he’d be ashamed of her if he knew them – so she decided to push away the thought and decided if she could enjoy her regular at the Roast, the morning wouldn’t be half bad.

And now he had to deal with this.