{Merry Christmas, members of Nanao's failmily! Hope you're ready for your
presents, because some of them are lying at the foot of your beds, neatly wrapped. How did they get there? Nobody knows how they got there (hint: psychics), but that's where they are when you wake up. Oh, and what is that delicious smell coming from the downstairs kitchen? It's the beginning of a massive feast of food - and oh my god, where on earth did she hide all of this there is so much food. Everything's decked out in bunting and decorations and there's even a tree, all decorated in silver and gold. Coincidentally, this is also where the rest of the presents are, all labelled and wrapped. There's even some sneakily hidden mistletoe put up by meddling Pokemon.}
{Nanao herself is at the stove, apron on over a new dress, stirring a pot of... wine? Yep, that'd be mulled wine.}
Merry Christmas - please, grab a plate and help yourself!
{ooc: Go crazy - feel free to threadjack the hell out everything. I'll be putting up a couple of headers, but just go for it! Other people in Goldenrod are welcome to drop by, too!}