Ill-advised, as always, might have to shoo away unannounced.
(Theresa is slyly departing the tree, two seemingly-identical presents left in her wake... HOW MYSTERIOUS!)
(Gila is setting a little paper dealy atop a pyramidal stack of grilled cheeses on the kitchen counter. He's wearing a massive, ridiculous-ass sweater
◊ and humming an old Christmas hymn off-key.)
(Günther is fast asleep on the couch, half-emptied glass of eggnog resting uneasily in his hand and cryptic note about Homura in his lap.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Ah-... Gunfire is tea mixed with a dark rum.
Family tradition- my family became gentry out of the privateer trade, about a hundred years ago...
As for Anglia- it's on the east coast of the British Isles. No doubt you'll have heard of Ireland- its' near there.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

-Castor raises his cup to Steph- Good Saturnalia, Miss. -before drinking more of it-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post