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“I’ve found not a lot of people outside Jewish families have had HAMANTASCHEN, so I don’t blame you,” replies Eleanore, taking another miniature, fruit-filled cookie. “I’ve made these with all sorts of stuff: NUTELLA, chocolate and walnuts...and of course jam. That’s the traditional way, of course.”

“Eleanore is fine, sweetie! You don’t need to be formal with me or anything.” She’s still crunching on the cookie, so she covers her mouth while she speaks. El is more than happy to help out with Bee’s project. Being old, she never tires of telling stories--and most of her family have heard all of hers, or else they already celebrate Hanukkah and don’t need a lesson.

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Getting a gift from Bill was one thing. And then getting treated to a T-Rex steak by ER was another. But getting a gift (and a big one at that) from the snot nosed kid?! It was certainly a surprise. The box is taken, hesitant at first to open it. It’s gotta be some sort of prank right? Slowly opening the lid, a few cautious glances to Bee to read her reaction before he takes off the lid to see the quilted blanket folded inside. A wary hand prods the cloth, feeling the warm orb and hand jolts back a moment expecting some sort of prank. But feeling the warmth, he touches it again. It felt nice. Fishing it out he looks it over, able to tell its purpose. Still suspicious, he then turns his attention back to the blanket. It takes him a while to realize the patterning, holding it up partially before he can see it, and he recognizes his tree instantly. 

   “Wha-” 

Admittedly Summer had expected this Christmas to be just like any other in her life– absolutely not happening. However, everyone seemed to surprise her this year as handfuls of presents started just randomly appearing at her doorstep. Some of the gifters seemed expected, but one of the last people she’d expect to get a gift from was their newest edition, Bee. The two had only just met a month or so ago, so this was truly unexpected.

She takes a moment to cheat and peek into the other’s past, to watch her making them. It’s nothing malicious, just a curiosity to see how they worked, as well as perhaps get to see her niece in action. The beauty was seeing the tea brewed for the first time in its final form. It’s beautiful, and Lady can’t wait to make some for herself.

“Honeybee, this is the sweetest gift! Thank you, baby doll,” she takes the tea and leans in to peck the other’s forehead, then rub her soft draconic nose on her - a thankful gesture back where she once came from that hasn’t quite faded.

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“Interesting, isn’t it?” He’s quiet when he speaks, standing outside of her personal bubble but close enough to be heard, “I never thought I’d see a monkey with such a long nose in my lifetime.”

The creature in question goes about its business within the cage, oblivious to the world around it. There’s another in the back that’s all too aware of what he is, though, and remains sitting in a corner, avoiding the sunlight in order to avoid his gaze. He pays it no mind, unwavered by whatever pathetic display it was putting on. Earth is full of such strange, self-absorbed creatures. It’s as if they thought Despair was there for them, when really, he was just having a good time off-duty. Tch, multiverses.

“You know, there’s this blog that features one of those... proboscis monkeys. His name is Elmer. Quite a loud fellow, but he does seem to make everyone’s day who sees him play.”