"Agh. I have made wrong turn," a quiet voice curses, lightly accented in Russian. There's the sound of boots shifting and ice crackling a bit before the mysterious man looks back into his gift bag, confused. "There are no children here to give gifts."
His bright blue eyes are almost supernatural in the gentle light, his bulk taking up most of the area next to the window.
"...But this is kind woman. Very kind. I will make exception."
And just like that, he's back to the bag, digging deep to find a neatly wrapped little box- something just the right size for a piece of jewelry.
Lo's finally forced herself out of her blanket pile to make dinner. Tonight is leftovers, but that means she gets to eat second-day stew - and every stew is better as leftovers.
Benji's got his nose pressed to the window, watching the strange man and wagging his tail slowly.
"Boof."
"I know, Benji, I've got a bone left here for you." Beef and bison bones are the only ones Benji can safely have, and bison's a bit harder to come by, so he gets the shankbone from yesterday's stew. "Just let me clean it off first."
She does not notice anything amiss.















