[ a couple of months ago, Reno did indeed make some sort of insinuation that his goal in life might be as simple as clocking in at a mediocre cafe and making mid coffee all day long. this goal, as he had protested to several people at the time, was less about the coffee itself being mid and more about having a benign job upon which no fates hang—but he also isn't much of a coffee aficionado, so the coffee being mid also wouldn't bother him. ]
Oh—heyo, you must be my secret whatever? [ SANTA Reno it's Santa. listen. he doesn't have Christmas where he's from, it's hard to remember these things. fortunately by now he's already dropped his own box off at the secret Santa table, which leaves his hands free to take the oblong package he's offered. ] Thanks, man.
[ a considering pause, then Reno glances up. ]
So how's this work? Am I supposed to open it now? [ this is a real genuine question, this is like. the third gift he's ever gotten in his life so he doesn't know what the protocol is. ]
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Oh—heyo, you must be my secret whatever? [ SANTA Reno it's Santa. listen. he doesn't have Christmas where he's from, it's hard to remember these things. fortunately by now he's already dropped his own box off at the secret Santa table, which leaves his hands free to take the oblong package he's offered. ] Thanks, man.
[ a considering pause, then Reno glances up. ]
So how's this work? Am I supposed to open it now? [ this is a real genuine question, this is like. the third gift he's ever gotten in his life so he doesn't know what the protocol is. ]