[ Left on his doorstep is the most generic-appearing gift basket to ever exist. There's socks (of the star king stuck upside-down in a chimney), bath bombs (in only the most motivating of scents), a bottle of holy water (that smells like top-shelf vodka), hand-carved ornaments (from the lesser key of solomon), and a dozen cookies that aren't cursed in any sense of the word (aside from being sugar cookies, and thus, inherently cursed).
The card wishes him a happy 70th birthday.
Happy Candlenights and other miscellaneous holidays. This is how humans celebrate this holiday, correct? With the most generic of gifts given with the most generic of intentions.
This is a joke.
Your actual present ran into a bit of a snag. There are two options. You may either wait an additional few months and receive it when it is completed, or you may receive it now and have the finishing touches put on later. Send me a message of your preference at your leisure. An absence of a response will be taken as you hoping for a Valentine's gift.
25th, morning
The card wishes him a happy 70th birthday.
Happy Candlenights and other miscellaneous holidays. This is how humans celebrate this holiday, correct? With the most generic of gifts given with the most generic of intentions.
This is a joke.
Your actual present ran into a bit of a snag. There are two options. You may either wait an additional few months and receive it when it is completed, or you may receive it now and have the finishing touches put on later. Send me a message of your preference at your leisure. An absence of a response will be taken as you hoping for a Valentine's gift.
Give Eleanor my regards,
- Will ]