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[didntdoithonest]

Ethan kneels in front of his altar, with seven gold coins laid out as his focus. A photograph of Leela-as-she-should be burns in the fire

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[leela1]

*leaves a bottle of cognac and two crystal brandy glasses in a package for him along with a note*

Hey Ethan,

Happy Yuletide Greetings, Sorcerer!
Sending you love, and hugs to warm you in the coldest part of the year.

Miss you

Your Little Monster

*ps, have died my hair back to purple. Just couldn't bear to go without*