Jerri studied the singed stranger with curious blue eyes. "Well, you are neither old nor jolly, but you are an elf. I don't see a sack though."
There was an undignified snicker-snort from An'Thaya who had conquered the last of the embers.
Jerri paused, then grinned when she hit rewind in her head and heard what she had said. The human cleared her throat and checked on the tray of nog and wassail. Amazingly, most of it was unscathed.
"There are showers upstairs," she said helpfully. She looked the elf up and down. "I don't have anything that will fit you though so I'm not sure what do do about your clothes."
"Oh I don't know," came from An'Thaya's Heckle Corner, "he would probably look delightful in a baby doll t-shirt and bunny slippers."
Jerri gave her a 'look' and blew a few curly blonde locks out of her own face. "Anyway," she pointed at the guy in the booth. "I owe that guy a potato. Maybe Galain can get you a towel. Since he isn't busy."
That was the moment when the fire-cracker sock went off and she shrieked and ran for the kitchen.
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