lalala christmas stuff
[Benny and Brax show up on the Plane, dressed in Christmas party gear (Benny even has a Santa hat on), Benny dragging Brax onto the Plane with one hand while holding a glass of champagne with the other]
Right, no more excuses, you stay right there while I get your Christmas gift. And I won’t take no as an answer.
[Benny takes a sip of her champagne, before handing the glass to Brax. She stands on her tiptoes and puts a hand over his eyes] And eyes shut until I say so.
[and with that Benny drops from the Plane]
[Obediently, wearing a half-smile, Braxiatel does close his eyes. He isn’t especially dressed for Christmas. Rather, he is dressed as if he has been until shortly engaged in negotiations with an alien species over territorial disputes in this sector of space (because he was). Business suits are very unfestive, especially as Brax hasn’t had a moment to put on his special Christmas socks.]
[But there are no excuses on the Astral Plane, so Brax waits for his surprise. Whatever it may end up being.]
[Benny reappears on the Plane holding a weasel in her arms. Around his neck is a red ribbon, and if one were to look beneath the ribbon they’d find a collar with a nametag on it. Benny thrust the weasel out in Brax’s direction so they’d be eye to eye]
All right then, open them up.
[Benny smiled at Brax from behind the weasel, proud of her gift choice]
[Brax opens his eyes. Amused, he takes the weasel in his hands.] You know, I used to--
[His words are interrupted as he notices the nametag. There is absolute silence.]
[And then he laughs uproariously. Braxiatel has to set the weasel down and take a long drink of the champagne to make himself stop. But the smile doesn’t go away.]
Bernice. I have to question your taste. Not my favourite animal, I must confess.
[Benny takes off her hat, and standing on her tiptoes places it on Brax’s head before scooping up the weasel]
Don’t be harsh, he can’t help what he is. Can you, Narvin?
[and she hands Brax the weasel once more in exchange for her champagne.]
Right, no more excuses, you stay right there while I get your Christmas gift. And I won’t take no as an answer.
[Benny takes a sip of her champagne, before handing the glass to Brax. She stands on her tiptoes and puts a hand over his eyes] And eyes shut until I say so.
[and with that Benny drops from the Plane]
[Obediently, wearing a half-smile, Braxiatel does close his eyes. He isn’t especially dressed for Christmas. Rather, he is dressed as if he has been until shortly engaged in negotiations with an alien species over territorial disputes in this sector of space (because he was). Business suits are very unfestive, especially as Brax hasn’t had a moment to put on his special Christmas socks.]
[But there are no excuses on the Astral Plane, so Brax waits for his surprise. Whatever it may end up being.]
[Benny reappears on the Plane holding a weasel in her arms. Around his neck is a red ribbon, and if one were to look beneath the ribbon they’d find a collar with a nametag on it. Benny thrust the weasel out in Brax’s direction so they’d be eye to eye]
All right then, open them up.
[Benny smiled at Brax from behind the weasel, proud of her gift choice]
[Brax opens his eyes. Amused, he takes the weasel in his hands.] You know, I used to--
[His words are interrupted as he notices the nametag. There is absolute silence.]
[And then he laughs uproariously. Braxiatel has to set the weasel down and take a long drink of the champagne to make himself stop. But the smile doesn’t go away.]
Bernice. I have to question your taste. Not my favourite animal, I must confess.
[Benny takes off her hat, and standing on her tiptoes places it on Brax’s head before scooping up the weasel]
Don’t be harsh, he can’t help what he is. Can you, Narvin?
[and she hands Brax the weasel once more in exchange for her champagne.]