Six Christmas Giant Socks

[grimmdark]

A. Phone, unfiltered. Morning.

Some might have noticed this already, but I am returned to Mayfield a week or so after the events that shook the town in ways that go beyond the literal. Should I assume that everybody remains the same? Or have we lost new members of this fine society on the cruel grasp of droning?

I certainly hope we haven't.

B. Phone, filtered to Dave, John and Jade

Are you three still here? I will not accept to be left alone in this forsaken town doing the times of a cookie deliverer girl for the sake of not having my gray matter crisped and served as an appetizing.

C. Phone, filtered to Kanaya.

I have something for you. Where can we meet?

D. Around town, open for anybody who wants a grim scout girl on your door.

[Something Rose hadn't figured out was that her drone self? Had been a top selling scout girl, and now she had to bit her tongue and keep the good work. The fact Jade was apparently droned didn't make things better, as she couldn't stick to the girl and endure things the best way she could.

So if you get a knock on your door, you will find Rose, not happy at all, making her worst attempt to make you buy some cookies.]

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[chastesaw]

*And Kanaya approaches, dressed as snazzily as she ever is. ...she stops at the end of the walk up to Rose's house steps, instantly noting that jade color on her legs. A gift, for her... It's sweet, isn't it?* Hello, Rose.

[grimmdark]

[A gift within a gift, never forget that.]

Kanaya. [Said as a way of a greeting, not as if she needed to tell her something. Rose stands and closes the distance, handing over the package.]

For you; when can talk about Scratch once you give me your opinions of my hasty work. [Aided by her mtical needles of course.]

[chastesaw]

*She takes the package, as her face begins to turn an identical shade.* Rose, I'm... I am quite touched. Thank you. *Not knowing that there's something in the bag, she turns it over and around, inspecting it.* Your needlework is far superior to mine.

[grimmdark]

It's only a proper retribution to what was given. Besides I had considered the idea for a while, and you reminded it to me.

[That actually brings a little pink on her cheeks.]

Y-You might be interested on knowing it's actually a bag.

[chastesaw]

*A long pause, as Kanaya misinterprets Rose's words.* ...yes, Rose. I can observe that it is a bag quite plainly. It is a very nice bag, too, and I can foresee its well-knitted innards holding many a possession of mine.

[grimmdark]

[Well it's her fault she wasn't more direct.]

Why don't you try and see how spacious it's now then?

[chastesaw]

Very well, I will, though that seems an odd suggestion at a time like--

*She trails off, having opened the bag, and spotting what's inside. She looks up at Rose, her brows knitting in thought and a bit of surprise.* Rose, this is...

[grimmdark]

It's a scarf, I'm sure of it. Unless space paradox shenanigans have made a move against my and my attempt to impress you.

...

It is a scarf, right?

[chastesaw]

I'm sorry, Rose. It seems that the ever inscrutable and forever shifting fabric of existence has transfigured your gift into something wholly alien than otherwise intended.

And by that I mean, yes. It is still a very attractive scarf.

[grimmdark]

...you must please let me know in advance you are going to attempt to be sarcastic, Kanaya; for a moment I thought you were being completely sincere, ironic purposes notwithstanding.

Good, good; try it on now.

[chastesaw]

Wouldn't advance notice undermine the entire mindset of insincerity in the first place?

And it is a scarf, Rose. It is quite literally a single size that fits all. ...but should you insist I would be delighted to. *She takes the scarf from the bag and very carefully drapes it over her shoulders and neck, giving it a little knot for warmth.* Well?

[grimmdark]

I didn't think you will indulge in such practices so often, but if you want to make it part of our usual conversation to exchange ironic and sarcastic comments, then I would be happy to oblige.

[Rose nods in approval at the sight of the scarf on Kanaya.]

Superb.

[chastesaw]

You say that as though it isn't already.

*Her cheeks are ever green as always.* ...do you really think so?