giftspost! // backdated to FOREVER
Alex doesn't have a great number of friends here anyway, and since he's recently been dumped in the mansion at about the one point in several years when he's actually wanted to be at home, he's... not exactly hyped up for the season.
The above paragraph is an extended excuse as to why his non-secret santa list isn't longer.
For Mark, a hefty, handy book of cryptography, because it's like the 21st century version of weird puzzle shit and he has a feeling Mark will get a kick out of it.
For Philip (but mostly for Philip's dog), a tennis ball with useful flinging contraption; a plush teddy bear that squeaks and can be torn apart most satisfactorily; and a cow bone, which is just as giant as you might imagine. Oh, and a training manual with a post-it on the cover: MOST OF IT'S GOOD ADVICE BUT YOU CAN LET HER ON THE BED.
Alex likes dogs.
The above paragraph is an extended excuse as to why his non-secret santa list isn't longer.
For Mark, a hefty, handy book of cryptography, because it's like the 21st century version of weird puzzle shit and he has a feeling Mark will get a kick out of it.
For Philip (but mostly for Philip's dog), a tennis ball with useful flinging contraption; a plush teddy bear that squeaks and can be torn apart most satisfactorily; and a cow bone, which is just as giant as you might imagine. Oh, and a training manual with a post-it on the cover: MOST OF IT'S GOOD ADVICE BUT YOU CAN LET HER ON THE BED.
Alex likes dogs.