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[Seasons Greetings, residents of Keelai!]

[Quite the jolly sight will greet you today: a smiling Zatanna, dressed in an elf costume, waving at the camera as if this whole thing was a very normal occurrence for her.]

I'll keep this short and sweet.  

[Just like me, was the unspoken implication.  If only because she was reluctant to admit that, after all these years, she was still pretty short.]

I want to do a Secret Santa.  It'll be fun!  Just stop by anytime in the next couple weeks and drop off your name into this hat here...

[She held up the hat in question for all to see]

...and I'll distribute the names about a week before Christmas.  To give you enough time for shopping.

So who's in?



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Video - never too late!

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[She raised an eyebrow. High. Sure, there had been some anticipation of a Grinch or two among their midst, but it would have been a lie to say she'd anticipated Cat Boy to be one of them.]

What's with you? You look like somebody recently moved your food dish or something.

[purrns]

I don't like it when fur-milliar things get changed.

[Even the pun lacks its usual gusto. He's vaguely aware that abstaining from Christmas as both Chat and Adrien will make it more likely for people to put two and two together and make four- but he doesn't want to deal with it. He wants to bury it all, and just not deal with it. ]

I'm not a fan. I have my reasons.

[Not true. He used to love it- when he was sure what it would mean. When his life was considerably better. When Christmas meant spending time with his family- something he wouldn't get even if he were home. ]

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[I have my reasons.]

[That was usually code for...something. Either something he definitely didn't wish to talk about, even though he was the one who brought it up in the first place, or something he needed to vent about. Either way, this was almost certainly about to get complicated.]

Want to talk about them? Or not talk about them?

I'm pretty good at not talking.

[She has a whole list of fun activities that could be done in lieu of not talking. Usually involving late night rooftop adventures.]

[purrns]

Yeah, I'm one hundred per cent behind not talking about it.

[It already stirs up enough horrible feelings. He's pretty sure talking about it won't help. Or rather, his father has taught him well how to suck in his negative emotions and not deal with them healthily. He's got better at ignoring that, here, but this...this is still a rather colossal weak point for him. ]

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[Fair enough. Either she would get it out of him sooner or later, or else they'd have a fun time not talking. Because what was the point of a distraction if it wasn't fun?]

Works for me.

[If it avoided any more Soul Milk faces.]

You know where to find me. When you're ready to Not Talk.

[purrns]

[One day, we might find out what actually happened to his mother and he can talk about it. Miracles DO happen.

He gives a salute, it's a little more sad and bitter than usual, but it's there. ]

Sure. We can do a Not Talking thing any time.