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Fic: The Gift of the Muesli
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ali_wildgoose, a story based in the universe of perfect_info.
I will fix this up more and perhaps post it in the PI journal at a later point, but of course I need my co-author's approval for that. But I wanted to go ahead and post it so she could read it before the holiday! I don't know why it is 5:30 AM. I am disoriented and confused.
Title: The Gift of the Muesli
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender (Perfect Information Universe)
Word count: 2,400
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Rating: G
Summary: The true meaning of Christmas, revealed! Uh, it might involve samurai movies, but that's not my fault--I didn't invent Christmas!
Notes: The title is obviously a play on "The Gift of the Magi", but the similarities end there, for the most part.
Spoilers: None.
Warning: X-mas cuteness. I think that requires a warning.
The Gift of the Muesli.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A month ago, for instance, it had been easy to stand tall and say that he had absolutely no desire to celebrate Christmas. It was true--he didn't. But now it was a month later, and Jet felt less proud about that fact. Actually, if he was going to be completely honest, he almost felt miserable.
It was morning. Or possibly early afternoon. He was huddled in the middle of a cocoon of blankets, unwilling to move, because the air on his only exposed skin--the upper half of his face--felt so cold that he didn't want to risk any further exposure. He wondered how long he could wait before he had to leave the warmth of his blankets. One hour? Maybe he could stretch it to two.
There was a soft, musical noise as his phone announced a call. Shit. Decision time. He could move, or he could let it go to voice mail. He took the coward's way out and stayed where he was. Once the phone fell silent, however, he wondered who had called him. Not Bee, and not Long. Not Toph, either. They were away for the holiday, visiting their families in Gaoling. His phone, which was lying on the floor next to his crumpled jeans, seemed a million miles away--Gaoling seemed several million miles more distant.
The phone made the little noise that told him he had a message. His phone was like a tiny pet. And it was the only companion he had right now, he thought to himself. He sighed. Not a very brave thought for a man who had sworn off the holidays.
"No, I'm not doing anything," he'd said.
Zuko had reacted to this declaration with complete calm. "I could come over, and we could maybe--"
"No. I don't want to do anything. No presents, no celebration. Nothing. I'm just going to pretend that there's no such thing as Christmas."
Zuko had nodded gravely, listening, and Jet had gone on. "It's just too commercial, and it makes people act crazy--or makes them miserable. And anyway, I'm not religious. So I--" He'd gestured with both hands, as if cutting off the very notion of Christmas. "--refuse to recognize it. Everyone else can do what they want, and I'll do what I want."
"That makes sense, Jet, but--"
"I'm not changing my mind."
He hadn't changed his mind, but he was feeling a little lonely. He couldn't go on wondering who had called, so he hopped out of bed, cursing to himself in the freezing air. Unsurprisingly, the message was from Zuko. Hi Jet. His voice was quiet, his tone casual. I was calling to see what you were up to. Call me back when you get the chance. Okay. Bye!
No mention of Christmas. That was impressive, considering that this was Christmas morning. Not that Jet was recognizing its existence.
When he called back, Zuko picked up on the second ring. "Hi!"
"Hey baby, how's it going?" Jet sat down on the edge of the bed, desperately gathering up his blankets, hoping to feel at least a portion of the body heat he'd stored up there overnight.
"I'm okay."
"What's up?"
"Oh. I wanted to see if you were busy today. If not, I thought maybe we could do something."
Jet heard the edge of suspicion creep into his own voice. "Like what?"
If Zuko noticed Jet's wariness, that fact wasn't reflected in his own voice. "I don't know. Hang out. Maybe watch a movie. Whatever you want to do."
"Sure. That sounds good to me."
"When should I come over?"
"Whenever you want. I'm not doing anything."
"Okay. I'll be there in a little while."
"Great. Love you."
"Love you, Jet."
After he hung up, he thought to check the time on his phone. A little past noon. Nice. It was a good day when he could sleep until noon. He returned to bed and pulled the blankets up over his head. It was so cold. He curled up. He could get dressed in a minute. He wasn't looking forward to stripping in the middle of his dead cold room.
When the doorbell rang it took him completely by surprise. He jumped out of bed, confused. Zuko couldn't already be here, could he? He picked up his phone again. It was almost one. "I'll be right there," he said to no one, and dashed to the door.
Zuko was waiting patiently. He looked younger than usual in his outsized scarf, a knit cap pulled down over his ears. People were always telling kids not to go out in the cold without their hats, and Zuko had apparently listened very well to those lessons.
Jet leaned in to kiss him as he walked through the door.
"It's cold in here," Zuko observed.
"Yeah, I haven't turned the heat on yet."
"Jet--it's freezing today."
"I know. I know. I guess I'll turn it on." By the time he returned from flipping the switch, Zuko had removed his hat, scarf, and coat, and was moving on into the living room.
"Your hair's a mess," Zuko said, and reached out to ruffle it.
"Yeah, I just got up."
"I noticed. I called you almost an hour ago."
Jet laughed. "I kind of accidentally fell back to sleep."
"That's okay. It's not as if you have to go anywhere today." Zuko moved closer. Jet could smell him. He smelled like tea and cinnamon, probably because of whatever he'd had to drink that morning. It was a nice smell, and Jet felt warm as Zuko's lips brushed his cheek and then his mouth. He probably hadn't needed to turn on the heat, which was already pouring noisily through the vents.
Jet pulled away reluctantly as his stomach made a pained noise. "I'm starving. Do you want something to eat?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
It was only once he was in the kitchen that he remembered he had meant to go shopping yesterday or the day before, but had failed to do anything of the kind. "Shit."
"What is it?" called Zuko from the next room.
"Uh, nothing. Hold on." He started to hunt through the cabinets. It wasn't as if there was nothing edible. There was some ketchup and some unidentifiable substance in an unlabeled jar that looked like a condiment. But there was nothing he could actually eat. Not on its own. He wasn't in such a bad state that he'd begin to consider making ketchup soup. "I have to find something!"
But was there anything to find? There was a package of spaghetti, but a quick shake revealed that only a few strands remained inside. Tea and coffee were in ample supply, but they were hardly filling. There were some--things--in the fridge, but none of them were the right color for the type of food they were supposed to be, and he was hoping to live through the day.
"Jet."
He turned. Zuko was hovering in the doorway. "Yeah, babe?"
"Do you have any food?"
"I have food." To illustrate, he held up the bottle of ketchup, having returned to the first cabinet in the hopes that something would have appeared inside it.
Zuko was diplomatic. "That is--a food product, but it is not actually food."
"No, but combined with other food products, it could attain a state of true foodness."
"Foodness isn't a word."
"It will be soon. Language is always changing!"
Zuko laughed. "You say that whenever you make up a word."
"I guess I'm getting predictable, huh?" He moved on to another cabinet that he had already looked through.
"I wouldn't say that." Zuko was silent for a few minutes, watching him, then offered, "I could help, if you want."
"Why not? I think I've looked everywhere already, but I might have missed something."
The search was kind of fun with Zuko helping him. Like a scavenger hunt. He was feeling a lot more cheerful already. As he passed by Zuko, he elbowed him in the ribs, pretending it was an accident.
"You're trouble, Cai."
"You know it."
The kitchen wasn't so big that the search took a while. Zuko did not once suggest that they go out for something. Outside it was something he wasn't supposed to be thinking about.
"Oh," said Zuko suddenly, looking up from a very alluring position, as he was down on his knees in front of one of the lower cabinets. "Do Bee or Long have any food in their rooms?"
"Good idea. They might," said Jet. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we snitched some, since it's an emergency. I'll go check."
His cursory search of his best friends' rooms revealed that there were no tasty treats squirreled away in drawers or closets. He didn't look too hard. Although they went through each other's things all the time, they had to give each other some privacy. Not that he thought either of them would have taken any special effort to hide cookies or chips.
"No luck," he said, returning to the kitchen in disgrace. "Hey, what's going on?"
Zuko was climbing onto a chair. "There's one place we missed."
It was obvious what place he meant. "Watch out, Zuko. That's no man's land."
"I'm not afraid."
It was true. He wasn't. He stood atop the chair, carefully poised, boldly facing the great unknown that was the top of the fridge. "Look, I found something!" He leaned over, and Jet stepped forward, to steady him if necessary. Zuko didn't need his help, however. He proudly held aloft a cardboard box. "It's food!"
"Muesli?" Jet exclaimed, incredulous.
That was what the box said. "It seems like it."
"What the--how the hell did that get up there?"
"I have no idea." Zuko descended from his exploratory chair. "It hasn't been opened."
"Bee does hide healthy food sometimes, when Long buys it." That was a possible explanation, if not a likely one. The top of the fridge wasn't Bee's kind of hiding place. "But it could be a billion years old. Or older."
His expression as serious as such an important moment warranted, Zuko opened first the box, then the plastic bag inside it. Jet held his breath as Zuko reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of the muesli. He brought his hand up to his lips, and, without so much as a shudder of hesitation, he ate the cereal.
Zuko frowned thoughtfully. Jet couldn't wait. "Come on--how is it?"
Zuko grinned at him. "It's fine."
"Fuck," said Jet. "I am going to eat the hell out of that muesli." He grabbed the box and shoveled a handful of the rolled oats and dried fruit into his mouth. "Fuck," he said again, even though he wasn't finished eating. "That's good."
Zuko was laughing too hard to say anything.
Jet ate another fistful of muesli. "What's so funny?" he demanded.
"You look--" Zuko was still laughing, "--you look so happy."
"Yeah." Jet laughed with him, still eating. He hadn't realized he was so hungry. "Yeah, I guess I do." He swallowed, then gave Zuko a kiss on the cheek, dusting his skin with oat flecks. "My hero."
***
After eating a few fistfuls of muesli with his bare hands, Jet had become civilized and taken out two bowls. There wasn't any milk to eat the cereal with, but he had spoons. He handed one to Zuko as he filled their bowls. "So--what did you want to watch?"
"I brought some movies with me, actually."
"Yeah? Which ones?"
"I know you like those old Zatoichi movies, so I--"
He gave Zuko a bowl filled to the brim with muesli. "Yeah, those are awesome! And hilarious. I love that guy."
"Right. So I brought a few over."
"I didn't know you had any of those."
"I don't, exactly. I got a few of them at the store, and I thought I'd bring them over for you to watch."
That sounded suspiciously like a present.
"It's not a present," said Zuko quickly, as if sensing his thought. "I was trying to think of what you might like to do, and a marathon sounded like fun."
Zuko was following him out into the living room. "It does sound like fun," he admitted. A marathon of old samurai films was probably the best kind of marathon ever. The couch made its little creaky noise as he sat down, then again as Zuko did the same. "So--it's a plan."
"Good." Zuko was eating his muesli with the patience and care of someone who had had breakfast that morning. Zuko could have left the city and gone home to spend the day with his uncle, but he hadn't. Instead, he was sitting right here. "I haven't actually seen any of these movies," Zuko admitted.
"You're going to love them. Trust me. Did you get the first one?"
"Yes, I thought I'd get them in order."
That was unsurprising. Of course Zuko would buy him the Zatoichi movies in order. Jet thought about that. He was almost finished his bowl of muesli. He hadn't been able to stop eating it since he'd started. He'd been so hungry. This day had started out awful, but now he had food, warmth, martial arts movies, and a boyfriend. He put his arm around the boyfriend, somehow managing to get the last of the muesli into his mouth at the same time. "Okay, I have an amendment to the plan. We'll watch the first movie, and then we're going out."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere where there's food. I don't care where, as long as it's open. And once I'm there, I am going to eat so much that I'm going to explode."
"That's fine with me."
"Because--I actually don't like muesli," Jet confessed. "I would kill for some actual food."
"I was wondering," said Zuko, laughing again.
Jet kissed him. "Now you taste like muesli."
"I hope that's not a bad thing, since you don't like it."
"It's better on you." And it was. Zuko tasted very nice.
Zuko seemed to enjoy being tasted. "Happy--uh, Day, Jet."
Jet shook his head. "Okay, fine, go ahead and say it."
"No," said Zuko. "I won't. I promised."
"Happy Day then, Zuko." Jet kissed him again.
ali_wildgoose, a story based in the universe of perfect_info.I will fix this up more and perhaps post it in the PI journal at a later point, but of course I need my co-author's approval for that. But I wanted to go ahead and post it so she could read it before the holiday! I don't know why it is 5:30 AM. I am disoriented and confused.
Title: The Gift of the Muesli
Fandom: Avatar: the Last Airbender (Perfect Information Universe)
Word count: 2,400
Pairing: Jet/Zuko
Rating: G
Summary: The true meaning of Christmas, revealed! Uh, it might involve samurai movies, but that's not my fault--I didn't invent Christmas!
Notes: The title is obviously a play on "The Gift of the Magi", but the similarities end there, for the most part.
Spoilers: None.
Warning: X-mas cuteness. I think that requires a warning.
The Gift of the Muesli.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. A month ago, for instance, it had been easy to stand tall and say that he had absolutely no desire to celebrate Christmas. It was true--he didn't. But now it was a month later, and Jet felt less proud about that fact. Actually, if he was going to be completely honest, he almost felt miserable.
It was morning. Or possibly early afternoon. He was huddled in the middle of a cocoon of blankets, unwilling to move, because the air on his only exposed skin--the upper half of his face--felt so cold that he didn't want to risk any further exposure. He wondered how long he could wait before he had to leave the warmth of his blankets. One hour? Maybe he could stretch it to two.
There was a soft, musical noise as his phone announced a call. Shit. Decision time. He could move, or he could let it go to voice mail. He took the coward's way out and stayed where he was. Once the phone fell silent, however, he wondered who had called him. Not Bee, and not Long. Not Toph, either. They were away for the holiday, visiting their families in Gaoling. His phone, which was lying on the floor next to his crumpled jeans, seemed a million miles away--Gaoling seemed several million miles more distant.
The phone made the little noise that told him he had a message. His phone was like a tiny pet. And it was the only companion he had right now, he thought to himself. He sighed. Not a very brave thought for a man who had sworn off the holidays.
"No, I'm not doing anything," he'd said.
Zuko had reacted to this declaration with complete calm. "I could come over, and we could maybe--"
"No. I don't want to do anything. No presents, no celebration. Nothing. I'm just going to pretend that there's no such thing as Christmas."
Zuko had nodded gravely, listening, and Jet had gone on. "It's just too commercial, and it makes people act crazy--or makes them miserable. And anyway, I'm not religious. So I--" He'd gestured with both hands, as if cutting off the very notion of Christmas. "--refuse to recognize it. Everyone else can do what they want, and I'll do what I want."
"That makes sense, Jet, but--"
"I'm not changing my mind."
He hadn't changed his mind, but he was feeling a little lonely. He couldn't go on wondering who had called, so he hopped out of bed, cursing to himself in the freezing air. Unsurprisingly, the message was from Zuko. Hi Jet. His voice was quiet, his tone casual. I was calling to see what you were up to. Call me back when you get the chance. Okay. Bye!
No mention of Christmas. That was impressive, considering that this was Christmas morning. Not that Jet was recognizing its existence.
When he called back, Zuko picked up on the second ring. "Hi!"
"Hey baby, how's it going?" Jet sat down on the edge of the bed, desperately gathering up his blankets, hoping to feel at least a portion of the body heat he'd stored up there overnight.
"I'm okay."
"What's up?"
"Oh. I wanted to see if you were busy today. If not, I thought maybe we could do something."
Jet heard the edge of suspicion creep into his own voice. "Like what?"
If Zuko noticed Jet's wariness, that fact wasn't reflected in his own voice. "I don't know. Hang out. Maybe watch a movie. Whatever you want to do."
"Sure. That sounds good to me."
"When should I come over?"
"Whenever you want. I'm not doing anything."
"Okay. I'll be there in a little while."
"Great. Love you."
"Love you, Jet."
After he hung up, he thought to check the time on his phone. A little past noon. Nice. It was a good day when he could sleep until noon. He returned to bed and pulled the blankets up over his head. It was so cold. He curled up. He could get dressed in a minute. He wasn't looking forward to stripping in the middle of his dead cold room.
When the doorbell rang it took him completely by surprise. He jumped out of bed, confused. Zuko couldn't already be here, could he? He picked up his phone again. It was almost one. "I'll be right there," he said to no one, and dashed to the door.
Zuko was waiting patiently. He looked younger than usual in his outsized scarf, a knit cap pulled down over his ears. People were always telling kids not to go out in the cold without their hats, and Zuko had apparently listened very well to those lessons.
Jet leaned in to kiss him as he walked through the door.
"It's cold in here," Zuko observed.
"Yeah, I haven't turned the heat on yet."
"Jet--it's freezing today."
"I know. I know. I guess I'll turn it on." By the time he returned from flipping the switch, Zuko had removed his hat, scarf, and coat, and was moving on into the living room.
"Your hair's a mess," Zuko said, and reached out to ruffle it.
"Yeah, I just got up."
"I noticed. I called you almost an hour ago."
Jet laughed. "I kind of accidentally fell back to sleep."
"That's okay. It's not as if you have to go anywhere today." Zuko moved closer. Jet could smell him. He smelled like tea and cinnamon, probably because of whatever he'd had to drink that morning. It was a nice smell, and Jet felt warm as Zuko's lips brushed his cheek and then his mouth. He probably hadn't needed to turn on the heat, which was already pouring noisily through the vents.
Jet pulled away reluctantly as his stomach made a pained noise. "I'm starving. Do you want something to eat?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
It was only once he was in the kitchen that he remembered he had meant to go shopping yesterday or the day before, but had failed to do anything of the kind. "Shit."
"What is it?" called Zuko from the next room.
"Uh, nothing. Hold on." He started to hunt through the cabinets. It wasn't as if there was nothing edible. There was some ketchup and some unidentifiable substance in an unlabeled jar that looked like a condiment. But there was nothing he could actually eat. Not on its own. He wasn't in such a bad state that he'd begin to consider making ketchup soup. "I have to find something!"
But was there anything to find? There was a package of spaghetti, but a quick shake revealed that only a few strands remained inside. Tea and coffee were in ample supply, but they were hardly filling. There were some--things--in the fridge, but none of them were the right color for the type of food they were supposed to be, and he was hoping to live through the day.
"Jet."
He turned. Zuko was hovering in the doorway. "Yeah, babe?"
"Do you have any food?"
"I have food." To illustrate, he held up the bottle of ketchup, having returned to the first cabinet in the hopes that something would have appeared inside it.
Zuko was diplomatic. "That is--a food product, but it is not actually food."
"No, but combined with other food products, it could attain a state of true foodness."
"Foodness isn't a word."
"It will be soon. Language is always changing!"
Zuko laughed. "You say that whenever you make up a word."
"I guess I'm getting predictable, huh?" He moved on to another cabinet that he had already looked through.
"I wouldn't say that." Zuko was silent for a few minutes, watching him, then offered, "I could help, if you want."
"Why not? I think I've looked everywhere already, but I might have missed something."
The search was kind of fun with Zuko helping him. Like a scavenger hunt. He was feeling a lot more cheerful already. As he passed by Zuko, he elbowed him in the ribs, pretending it was an accident.
"You're trouble, Cai."
"You know it."
The kitchen wasn't so big that the search took a while. Zuko did not once suggest that they go out for something. Outside it was something he wasn't supposed to be thinking about.
"Oh," said Zuko suddenly, looking up from a very alluring position, as he was down on his knees in front of one of the lower cabinets. "Do Bee or Long have any food in their rooms?"
"Good idea. They might," said Jet. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind if we snitched some, since it's an emergency. I'll go check."
His cursory search of his best friends' rooms revealed that there were no tasty treats squirreled away in drawers or closets. He didn't look too hard. Although they went through each other's things all the time, they had to give each other some privacy. Not that he thought either of them would have taken any special effort to hide cookies or chips.
"No luck," he said, returning to the kitchen in disgrace. "Hey, what's going on?"
Zuko was climbing onto a chair. "There's one place we missed."
It was obvious what place he meant. "Watch out, Zuko. That's no man's land."
"I'm not afraid."
It was true. He wasn't. He stood atop the chair, carefully poised, boldly facing the great unknown that was the top of the fridge. "Look, I found something!" He leaned over, and Jet stepped forward, to steady him if necessary. Zuko didn't need his help, however. He proudly held aloft a cardboard box. "It's food!"
"Muesli?" Jet exclaimed, incredulous.
That was what the box said. "It seems like it."
"What the--how the hell did that get up there?"
"I have no idea." Zuko descended from his exploratory chair. "It hasn't been opened."
"Bee does hide healthy food sometimes, when Long buys it." That was a possible explanation, if not a likely one. The top of the fridge wasn't Bee's kind of hiding place. "But it could be a billion years old. Or older."
His expression as serious as such an important moment warranted, Zuko opened first the box, then the plastic bag inside it. Jet held his breath as Zuko reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of the muesli. He brought his hand up to his lips, and, without so much as a shudder of hesitation, he ate the cereal.
Zuko frowned thoughtfully. Jet couldn't wait. "Come on--how is it?"
Zuko grinned at him. "It's fine."
"Fuck," said Jet. "I am going to eat the hell out of that muesli." He grabbed the box and shoveled a handful of the rolled oats and dried fruit into his mouth. "Fuck," he said again, even though he wasn't finished eating. "That's good."
Zuko was laughing too hard to say anything.
Jet ate another fistful of muesli. "What's so funny?" he demanded.
"You look--" Zuko was still laughing, "--you look so happy."
"Yeah." Jet laughed with him, still eating. He hadn't realized he was so hungry. "Yeah, I guess I do." He swallowed, then gave Zuko a kiss on the cheek, dusting his skin with oat flecks. "My hero."
***
After eating a few fistfuls of muesli with his bare hands, Jet had become civilized and taken out two bowls. There wasn't any milk to eat the cereal with, but he had spoons. He handed one to Zuko as he filled their bowls. "So--what did you want to watch?"
"I brought some movies with me, actually."
"Yeah? Which ones?"
"I know you like those old Zatoichi movies, so I--"
He gave Zuko a bowl filled to the brim with muesli. "Yeah, those are awesome! And hilarious. I love that guy."
"Right. So I brought a few over."
"I didn't know you had any of those."
"I don't, exactly. I got a few of them at the store, and I thought I'd bring them over for you to watch."
That sounded suspiciously like a present.
"It's not a present," said Zuko quickly, as if sensing his thought. "I was trying to think of what you might like to do, and a marathon sounded like fun."
Zuko was following him out into the living room. "It does sound like fun," he admitted. A marathon of old samurai films was probably the best kind of marathon ever. The couch made its little creaky noise as he sat down, then again as Zuko did the same. "So--it's a plan."
"Good." Zuko was eating his muesli with the patience and care of someone who had had breakfast that morning. Zuko could have left the city and gone home to spend the day with his uncle, but he hadn't. Instead, he was sitting right here. "I haven't actually seen any of these movies," Zuko admitted.
"You're going to love them. Trust me. Did you get the first one?"
"Yes, I thought I'd get them in order."
That was unsurprising. Of course Zuko would buy him the Zatoichi movies in order. Jet thought about that. He was almost finished his bowl of muesli. He hadn't been able to stop eating it since he'd started. He'd been so hungry. This day had started out awful, but now he had food, warmth, martial arts movies, and a boyfriend. He put his arm around the boyfriend, somehow managing to get the last of the muesli into his mouth at the same time. "Okay, I have an amendment to the plan. We'll watch the first movie, and then we're going out."
"Where are we going?"
"Somewhere where there's food. I don't care where, as long as it's open. And once I'm there, I am going to eat so much that I'm going to explode."
"That's fine with me."
"Because--I actually don't like muesli," Jet confessed. "I would kill for some actual food."
"I was wondering," said Zuko, laughing again.
Jet kissed him. "Now you taste like muesli."
"I hope that's not a bad thing, since you don't like it."
"It's better on you." And it was. Zuko tasted very nice.
Zuko seemed to enjoy being tasted. "Happy--uh, Day, Jet."
Jet shook his head. "Okay, fine, go ahead and say it."
"No," said Zuko. "I won't. I promised."
"Happy Day then, Zuko." Jet kissed him again.
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Haha, why can I understand Jet so well?
(Although I like to abuse this holiday to give people presents that I think are funny. Which they probably aren't. It doesn't matter, I don't get them done in time anyway!)
Well, I'm going to pretend today's nothing too special as long as I can.
So, uh, Happy Day!
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I'm with you--I do like to abuse the holiday by giving people funny presents! It's an excuse to do so without seeming completely random.
I'll join you in pretending there's nothing so special going on. <3