[ For Christmas, Flins receives a box of handmade chocolates. They look like little spear cages with sugar on top, very detailed and very yummy in appearance. Unfortunately, their taste is so and so. It's like whoever made them isn't used to making chocolates and tried her hardest. One of the chocolates is stuck between the shape of a spear cage and that of a heart. Could it be whoever sent the box has a crush?
There is a letter with it. ]
Dear Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins,
This may not be as much nor as good as the dinner you treated me to, but I hope those chocolates shall keep you warm in those cold times. I made them myself, and I hope they will be to your liking.
Merry Christmas! Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr
[Having not expect any gifts for the holidays, it's a pleasant surprise to find that one has been delivered to his room at the Valentia! Upon unwrapping it and finding it to be chocolates in the form of cute little cages, he has to smile to himself, a soft chuckle escaping as well. While he may not typically consume food the normal way, he makes an exception for these after appropriately admiring them for some minutes.
The taste is... different. Clearly not done by a professional, but the fact there's been a lot of effort put into them makes it worthwhile. After all, he's had emergency rations before which could've passed for newspaper. Don't ask how he knows what newspaper tastes like.
While not the finest meal he's ever had, he diligently and happily treats himself to every single chocolate over the coming days, all the while keeping the kind goddess in his heart. A very merry Christmas, indeed!]
✉ SENDING OUR THANKS AND WELL WISHES FOR THE NEW YEAR
► inside the red envelope rests an assortment of pristine seashells, sand dollars, and sea glass; also accompanied by other odd little curiosities—which are mostly old coins and strange mechanical parts.
► a second package also includes an oil lamp and lantern chosen for its craftsmanship. guess who wrote and packed this gift?
FLINS,
OUR GRATITUDE FOR YOUR TIMELY AND EFFECTIVE INTERVENTION. PLEASE RECEIVE A SMALL TOKEN OF OUR APPRECIATION WITHIN.
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Delivered on December 25th
There is a letter with it. ]
Dear Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins,
This may not be as much nor as good as the dinner you treated me to, but I hope those chocolates shall keep you warm in those cold times. I made them myself, and I hope they will be to your liking.
Merry Christmas!
Ereshkigal, Goddess of Death and Queen of Kûr
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The taste is... different. Clearly not done by a professional, but the fact there's been a lot of effort put into them makes it worthwhile. After all, he's had emergency rations before which could've passed for newspaper.
Don't ask how he knows what newspaper tastes like.While not the finest meal he's ever had, he diligently and happily treats himself to every single chocolate over the coming days, all the while keeping the kind goddess in his heart. A very merry Christmas, indeed!]
ding dong delivery!
► a second package also includes an oil lamp and lantern chosen for its craftsmanship. guess who wrote and packed this gift?
FLINS,
OUR GRATITUDE FOR YOUR TIMELY AND EFFECTIVE INTERVENTION. PLEASE RECEIVE A SMALL TOKEN OF OUR APPRECIATION WITHIN.
MAY ITS LIGHT SHINE WHEN YOU REQUIRE IT.