[ On Christmas Day, Hans will find a small package at his doorstep. Inside, he will find a hand-painted mug with a cute, Christmas-themed tapir, along with... something... and a card with the following text in it:
Your Highness,
Merry Christmas!
I'm not sure if you celebrate it in your world, but where I come from, this time of the year is the time for celebration with friends and family, full of joy and hopes for the future. I'm really grateful I got to meet you here, so I hope you accept this little token of appreciation! I know it's not much, but please remember that you can count on me whenever you need anything!
Sincerely, Noel Vermillion
Now that's all good and well, he might say, but what's the deal with the other thing? That would be Noel's custom, handmade rendition of a yule log cake. The problem? Noel can't cook. No, it's more than that ─ her cooking is absolutely atrocious, and the results are not unlike the worst of poisons. Most people brave enough to try it are left sick for weeks and traumatized for life. The wise thing would be to get rid of this abomination as soon as possible and never speak of its horrors again. But hey, at least the other gift is not deadly, so she got one half of it right! ]
[Legit Hans thinks that someone is honestly trying to kill him at first, until he reads the card. Oh, so no attempted murder, just a rather terrible attempt at cooking. Maybe he can use this cake as future poison or something, so thanks!!
...He may actually appreciate the gift, the mug at least, for its intended purpose.]
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December 25th
Your Highness,
Merry Christmas!
I'm not sure if you celebrate it in your world, but where I come from, this time of the year is the time for celebration with friends and family, full of joy and hopes for the future. I'm really grateful I got to meet you here, so I hope you accept this little token of appreciation! I know it's not much, but please remember that you can count on me whenever you need anything!
Sincerely,
Noel Vermillion
Now that's all good and well, he might say, but what's the deal with the other thing? That would be Noel's custom, handmade rendition of a yule log cake. The problem? Noel can't cook. No, it's more than that ─ her cooking is absolutely atrocious, and the results are not unlike the worst of poisons. Most people brave enough to try it are left sick for weeks and traumatized for life. The wise thing would be to get rid of this abomination as soon as possible and never speak of its horrors again. But hey, at least the other gift is not deadly, so she got one half of it right! ]
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...He may actually appreciate the gift, the mug at least, for its intended purpose.]