[ Asking herself, “self, what do we know about Charles?” did — miraculously! — not lead her down a warm, fluttering spiral of how nice his voice is or how blue his eyes are. So, you know, she’s making progress.
Ultimately, the box she drops off is filled with thoughtful, but unquestionably platonic, presents. A set of metal bookmarks. A bottle of dry gin, roughly the size and width of a man’s hand. A selection of teas —some typical of Earth, some downright alien; should be an interesting experience! And, in tribute to their early days at the resort many months ago now, an orange and yellow lei that’s only slightly itchy against the neck.
No card, but a post-it.
Merry Christmas to you and yours Kimiko
Maybe an intentional message, maybe not. There’s his people, and then there’s... her. ]
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Ultimately, the box she drops off is filled with thoughtful, but unquestionably platonic, presents. A set of metal bookmarks. A bottle of dry gin, roughly the size and width of a man’s hand. A selection of teas —some typical of Earth, some downright alien; should be an interesting experience! And, in tribute to their early days at the resort many months ago now, an orange and yellow lei that’s only slightly itchy against the neck.
No card, but a post-it.
Merry Christmas to you and yours
Kimiko
Maybe an intentional message, maybe not. There’s his people, and then there’s... her. ]