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ofeliya: i have a bone to pick with you ofeliya: maybe even 3 or 4

"Turns out I'm your Father Christmas this year," Bran announced, holding up the gift he'd purchased. He'd purposefully refrained from going over the top on Henry's gift, but now that he held the bag, he was beginning to think that maybe he hadn't done enough. The Nespresso maker was nice enough and the gift card to Electric Rhythm had seemed thoughtful at the time, but now Bran was wishing that he'd done more. "If you don't enjoy it, I'm more than happy to return it and get you something else," he hedged as he tentatively handed the bag over. "Anyway, happy holidays!"

Bran was sure that he was probably the Taproom's worse patron. While he spent most evenings here, he hardly ordered more than a water (shirley temple if he was feeling particularly fancy) and spent most of his time sequestered in a dark corner, people watching. Still, somehow, he'd managed to make a handful of friends including the bartender. Lifting one finger to catch Henry's gaze, Brandon ordered another shirley (he was feeling fancy), and grinned, "when I famous, I promise to dedicate a book to you. You know what they say about being friends with a writer. Immortality and what not."