Our Lady of Fandom, Christmas Day

[scruffnfeathers]

Today's service was much like yesterday's only even more handwaved, except that the sermon focused more on the charity of the season, and honoring God's gift of His only son to mankind by giving to those less fortunate not just during the Christmas season, but all year 'round -- and perhaps also by not riding off to conquer or slaughter those that are different in His name, thanks muchly.

Of course, it was still in Aramaic, so that Important Message might have gotten a little bit lost.

[ooc: and I'm off for the day. Or possibly to spend fifteen minutes madly reading info posts and THEN going off for the day. . . .]

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[bitchprince]

You know, the second time around, the Aramaic was almost comforting. At least when one was starting to fall into some brooding thoughts about the holidays.

If Arthur had been able to understand what he was saying, though, it might have driven him to a whole lot more brooding, so thanks for that, Castiel.

[thatsamilkshake]

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day services might have been a little much for Francine under normal circumstances (though at her family's church, the one last night would have been shorter and probably involved a lot of caroling and candles). But. There were presents to deliver, and while she was hoping she could drag everybody together for holiday face-stuffing sometime later in the day, she might as well take advantage of a sure thing.

"At least it's something different that I don't understand," she offered when Castiel had finished speaking.

[bitchprince]

"He does seem to go out of his way to be accomodating in that regard," Arthur said, shooting her a dry look. "It's sort of comforting, isn't it?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"He's never boring; I'll give him that." Oh look, a segue. Sort of. "And you this." This was a festively wrapped and rather floppy package tied with red and gold ribbon.

[bitchprince]

"For Christmas...?" he asked, reaching for the package. "Thank you, Francine." It was only proper to say so, after all.

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, for the summer solstice. It's just really, really late." Shut up. She didn't attempt anything that could be described as wit very often. "You're welcome. There's one for Merlin too - you'll probably see him before I do."

[bitchprince]

"Likely," Arthur allowed, taking that, as well. "I don't have anything for you at the moment."

Just an envelope he was waiting to give to Katchoo; he just hadn't had the chance.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I wasn't expecting you to." Francine shrugged. Arthur was hardly a Christmas shopping kind of guy -- though it was kind of funny to imagine him WHAT-ing and fighting his way through the crowds on Christmas Eve with some kind of mace or battle-axe. "You guys are welcome to come by our room later, though. There'll be food and stuff."

[bitchprince]

Arthur pursed his lips. "I'll let Merlin know," he said, because honestly, both of them knew he was going to see Merlin first next no matter what the circumstances. "And make sure this gets to him, of course. How's Katchoo been?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Off fruitcake forever," Francine answered with a snort that was mostly not bitter anymore. Mostly.

[bitchprince]

"Mmm." He looked thoughtful. "I do have something you should pass along to her," he said, finally, poking around until he found a heavy envelope.

'Maybe one of those islands we went to?' had been Merlin's suggestion (along with some idiotic nonsense about it maybe being a bit overkill?) so the Carribean it would be.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine weighed it in her hand. "If it's a fruitcake, I'm not responsible for stopping her when she tries to kill you."

[bitchprince]

No, they would be two tickets to Curacao and a voucher for a nice hotel for a couple of days and did we mention 'all inclusive'? When Arthur went overkill, he went overkill, because if there was a job worth doing, it was worth doing well. (He would've gone for the vacation home, but that didn't come with the option of having them fed for free, so he had to make some concessions there. Honestly, this time)

"It's not a fruitcake," he said, thoughtfully, "But that might be a good idea for next week."

[thatsamilkshake]

That would be Francine facepalming. "If you're really going to do anything to her with fruitcake, at least let me bake it?"

[bitchprince]

"Now that would take all the fun out of it," Arthur told her, and smirked. Unrepentantly.

He really was a bit of a prat. "Just make sure she gets that."

[thatsamilkshake]

He really was. "Brat." Francine spelled it differently. She also eyed the non-fruitcakey envelope dubiously as she slipped it into her bag. "I will, but if it explodes, I'm gonna...sneak into your room and clean all your clothes without letting you pay me for it." Ha!

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes theatratically. "You wound me," he said, thoroughly unaffected. "But don't worry. If I wanted to be rid of Katchoo, I have more subtle ways."

Like insinuating she wanted him until she self-detonated.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine snorted. "Not that kind of exploding. The shoots-whipped-cream-or-glitter-in-your-face kind." Francine. No. Ideas. bad.

[bitchprince]

"Like she'd even get close!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"To the envelope you didn't put glitter or shaving cream in?"