He peers it over, chuckling at the paper, turning it over if he can lift it, listening at it with one large triangular ear... and then as though on a cue he cackles and tears into it like an eight-year-old on a sugar high.
Here's a note, apologizing if the gift isn't good enough due to lack of familiarity, and the present itself was a box of dry Chili Con Carne ingredients with a recipe on how to make the best Coney Island Chili Dog.
He thought he smelled spices! He seems a little baffled at first, then more and more delighted as he pokes through the ingredients--heeeey, this stuff is pretty good quality, pretty rare too. Some of them he's never even seen before! He wonders where they found it all--and then he finds the recipe. His eyes seem to get bigger each time he blinks at it.
Mind you, there hasn't actually been any real recipe for a genuine Coney Island Chili Dog in about five hundred years in his world. Even his family recipe is a third-hand knockoff of Cincinnati sweet chili, and he still has no clue where the hell "Cincinnati" actually was.
So basically, this is like passing down an ancient advanced technology... in high-cholesterol meat-based form.
"Whoa, dude! Is this... seriously?! Ohoh, man, this is awesome! I am SO using this! Who gave this stuff to me? I gotta thank 'em, or at least save one for them when I make this stuff..."
He pokes through the basket, paper, card, trying to find a few more clues.
Inside the box is a spear. With a glowing tip on the end.
And there's a note.
Sorry this thing isn't personal, but I don't really know you much... at all. So I figured something practical might've been a better idea. So here, it's a spear that's enchanted to be able to easily poke through thicker armor than usual. Hope you like it and find it useful!
Rue Ryuzaki! 8DsugarforteatimeDecember 21 2010, 02:28:20 UTC
[He looked at the small package for a few moments, sitting hunched over it as he inspected it from all sides. He didn't think it would be dangerous, but you could never be too careful. After a few moments of inspection he carefully started to open the package, peeking, eager despite himself.]
[The present turned out to be a nicely baked Christmas cake, with a gift certificate for a good cake shop, other than that, there's a small note in cursive handwriting:]
Have a Merry Christmas, this was kind of a short-notice, so this is all I can think of.
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He peers it over, chuckling at the paper, turning it over if he can lift it, listening at it with one large triangular ear... and then as though on a cue he cackles and tears into it like an eight-year-old on a sugar high.
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Mind you, there hasn't actually been any real recipe for a genuine Coney Island Chili Dog in about five hundred years in his world. Even his family recipe is a third-hand knockoff of Cincinnati sweet chili, and he still has no clue where the hell "Cincinnati" actually was.
So basically, this is like passing down an ancient advanced technology... in high-cholesterol meat-based form.
"Whoa, dude! Is this... seriously?! Ohoh, man, this is awesome! I am SO using this! Who gave this stuff to me? I gotta thank 'em, or at least save one for them when I make this stuff..."
He pokes through the basket, paper, card, trying to find a few more clues.
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She unwraps the ribbon and carefully removes the paper. Never know when you need to save either.
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The card reads, I do hope you like it. I figured something warm for these cold days would be appreciated.
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And there's a note.
Sorry this thing isn't personal, but I don't really know you much... at all. So I figured something practical might've been a better idea. So here, it's a spear that's enchanted to be able to easily poke through thicker armor than usual. Hope you like it and find it useful!
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Heh. Guess I'll have to learn to use a spear.
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Have a Merry Christmas, this was kind of a short-notice, so this is all I can think of.
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