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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[The abashed look does work in his favor. She relaxes a bit, and accepts the attempts at turning things around.]

That bad, huh?

What did the mustache do?

[He's grateful she lets it go so easily.] It should be illegal to have a handlebar mustache in 1940. Like really, Pops was the nicest guy, but that mustache was the worst thing the circus had seen since the strong man busted his shorts while bending over in the ring.

[Honestly? Anything was better than talking about time-traveling Grinches.]

1940, huh?

I don't know about that. A busted bend-over is pretty nasty. I've seen my fair share of stage hands who couldn't keep it in their pants due to misjudging their own size.

Yeah it was years ago, but I'm pretty sure those mustaches are never coming back into style. And if you had seen it you'd know what I meant. It looked like octopus tentacles trying to eat his face.

Fortunately for me, my dad has more common sense than that. And if he didn't, it's one of the few things I could always get away with calling him on.

It's for the greater good that we never allow them to spread.

I think that's something we can all agree on.

For the sake of sane facial hair everywhere.

At least I know if we're ever attacked by evil sentient mustaches, I can count on you to help me build a rebellion.

If that ever happened, I would offer you my razor in a heartbeat.

[He laughs.]

...I have to say it's a fun conversation when you somehow end up talking about evil, sentient mustaches.

Hey, I'm all about the fun. Especially this time of year.

That is the point, isn't it?

[Just look at the way she's dressed, for one.]

Usually this time of year is about the kind of fun, I'm not so keen on. Snow and me aren't the best of friends. I'm more of a beach guy, not so much of a Winter Wonderland lover.

That's a shame. You're missing out.

I mean, we've got ice skating and snowball fights and snow days off from school. If you ask me, it's one of the better times of year.

Trust me, I'm not missing much when it comes to any weather that's under forty, especially not when it involves ice and snowballs being thrown at your head.

Oh, come on, it can't be that bad.

It's not as bad as say winter in Russia, but it's bad enough, just the same. It's way too cold to enjoy anything about it. There's only so many pairs of socks you can fit in your boots.

Never been to Russia, so I can't speak from personal experience, but I still think you're overreacting.

It might be well enough for you, little miss, but people like me don't take to cold weather, you see. There's no real way to overreact when your toes are freezing so bad they could fall off. Hot and cold just don't mix.

Fine. Suit yourself.

For the record, though, there's heat inside the cafe.

[He gets how weird is must sound, but Toro isn't up for taking the time to explain everything about his body temperature and how even a still breeze feels like ice on his skin.]

Thanks. Santa wanted to roast some nuts so if he finds any, I'll be over to get a nice fire going.

Sweet. I'll get the marshmallows.

See you in a bit, then.

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