tushanshu | Video; In which cold weather is clearly the best!

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

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Most people are taller than my guy.

[Although, he had been growing lately....]

I think we're good for the moment, though I wouldn't object to an extra pair of hands for the cleanup.

Most.

[The number of people Korra’s taller than can be counted one hand with fingers to spare.]

You got it, I’ll stick around after everyone’s cleared out. Even a helper can use some help, right?

I could never say no to some help. Especially if I get the added bonus of your company.

[A playful wink follows. Obviously teasing, even though she means it when she says she likes spending time with Korra. Drunken shenanigans aside.]

[Drunken shenanigans very far aside. Korra felt the same. Zatanna was like a slightly younger sister, practically family, and that’s something she misses from living on Air Temple Island.]

Then I’m all yours.

[However long the party goes, or how many people leave their messes behind, Korra’s there at the end of the night picking up trash and half-eaten cookies.]

[Just the words she was hoping to hear; jerking a head over towards the snack aisle.]

Come on.

You shared a cookie. Now it's only fair I return the favor.

How can I say no to a half eaten cookie.

[Just a jab at Korra’s own sloppy job of sharing, but she’s smiling anyway.]

Is there eggnog? [Look upon what you’ve created Zatanna. ~~Look.~~]

[She's looking, and she sees absolutely nothing wrong with the view.]

Why, Korra, I do believe I've turned you into an addict.

...there's a few cartons in the cooler beneath the table, by the way. Help yourself.

[Don’t look too long Zee, it might give the wrong impression.]

Great! You want some? [Asked while she gets out an unopened carton. She'll wait until getting Zatanna’s answer. Then she’ll know if she needs to serve in cups or drink straight out of the carton.]

[Like she even remotely cares.]

Yeah, sure, pour me a cup?

[Though Korra might be surprised to find that the cartons of eggnog were all individual sized. So she could pour a cup for Zee and hog one all for herself.]

You got it. [Getting one of the paper cups, Korra fills it to the very brim with eggnog and hands it out to Zatanna. Shaking the carton to see just how much is left, Korra lifts it up and finishes it off in a few gulps.]

Any other Christmas goodies I should know about? [Smiling, she tilts the empty carton before putting it in one of the trash bags.]

Tons.

Personally, I recommend the gingerbread house. Just not the whole house; that might be a bit much, even for you.

Wanna bet? [That smug, self-assured Korra grin.]

Maybe.

Just don't blame me if you end up regretting it in the morning. You think a hangover's bad? Just wait until you have a Holiday Sugar Crash.

[That does make her pause. Korra kind of cheated the hangover thanks to Jim stabbing her neck (~~hyposprays are evil~~, so she’s not sure just how potent these houses were.]

Maybe just a little bit then.

[Ironically, Zatanna's post-adventure experience had kind of sucked enough--thanks to nobody giving her the cure until later the next day--that she really was exaggerating. Though she'd gotten to use Jack as an ice pack for her forehead, so it hadn't been all bad....]

Let me know how it is, alright?

That one, I actually didn't make myself. The candy store did it for me.

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