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A multiversal plane is not an every day occurrence. Aliens, zombies, sentient robots... they're not a familiar sight either. Despite all of this, Isidor Briar Durant strides into this unfamiliar territory chin up, tailored suit, heels clicking against the ground, as if she owns the place. Viatorus follows nervously behind her, offering her answers whenever the smallest spark of confusion appears in her eyes as she scans area. She takes her time about putting names and terms to the things around her. It is important. She needs to be more than just informed about the Nexus, she needs to be familiar with it.

And then, when she decides she's ready, her intense examination changes with a blink. Isidor clasps her hands together and smiles, becoming the picture of a friendly stranger. "Hello. This is an exciting place, isn't it? Full of interesting people, I'm certain. I'd very much like to get to know you. Your name, a little bit about you and where you come from, maybe."

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She had better be careful. In his world, words like that aren't thrown around lightly by the people closest to you. Still, he laughs lightly. "Your only job is to make sure I never settle for stale cupcakes again."

"Okay. The rest is entirely on a volunteer basis." It's still happening. Once he tells her what it is he wants. Don't make her try and guess, V, she'd be really bad at that. He'd end up with a whole pack of corgis and two kittens and some fish and a couple of parrots with colorful vocabularies that used to belong to sailors and a serious attempt at a partridge in a pear tree but she wouldn't be able to keep the partridge in place. It'd be so sad.

"Well if you have a job then I have to have one too," he points out playfully. Pulling back, he tilts his head at her with a smile. "What am I meant to do for you that you can't do ten times better than me?"

"You're a better dancer," she points out quickly. She knows they're meant to be playing, but she can't resist the opening for a real compliment. With hugtime over she'll take his hands again. "And you've been taking excellent care of me. You're getting better at the hugs, which is important. But you are falling down in the 'spoiling me with expensive presents' department. I don't even have a flying car, darling, where is the justice in the world?"

"My accountant has banned me from going near flying cars, but I can get you more gifts. I want to save a couple for Yule though... You do celebrate Yule, don't you?"

"I do. I'll celebrate just about any holiday that means I get to bake. Your presents are almost all done. Not the cookies, obviously. But the others are done and they're pretty nice, so you'd better be really thinking about how to measure up." She gives him a smirk before suggesting, "What I really want is one of those diamond-covered bras. That would be the best thing ever."

He'd really better not believe that.

Like, at all. Even in jest.

It's a good thing he's not drinking tea right now because he'd definitely choke if he was. As it is Verity gets the now familiar sight of him going red and shy, suddenly inspecting their surroundings while he gets that thought out of his head.

"I-I'm definitely better a-at car shopping." Quick! Move the subject along! "We'll... We'll have to see what you think of my gifts. I've only ever done this for family before."

The world is full of worse things than that. He has to get used to them if he's going to live in it even a little. But at least he doesn't seem to be taking her seriously, and that's a good start. Someday either he'll learn to laugh at these things or she'll learn not to say them. (It could really go either way at this point.)

"I'm sure I will. Really, all I want is a hug, so anything beyond that is a bonus." He's seen what she values. She won't be hard to shop for.

The world is still a new and shiny place for him. It's one thing walking through dreams, and quite another dealing with real life situations he can't simply censor or run away from. Learning how to get through old conditioning and move through everyday conversations more easily is the first hurdle.

"I'm sure at Yule there will be even more hugging than usual." An idea he is basing almost entirely on movies and hearsay. "Isn't there?"

Which is why she's trying to practice these things with him. Mostly that. A little bit that she likes making him blush, he's so cute when he does that.

"I wouldn't know," she admits after a quiet moment of thought. She could admit why, but having to say out loud that neither of her parents actually like her is kind of pathetic. "Mom never bothered much with Christmas after that time when I was four and she took me to see the 'Santa Claus' at the mall. I was me, he wasn't Santa, I don't know what she expected would happen." That, at least, can be an amusing story. "So we'll have to make our own Jül hugging traditions."

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They can both dance around the topic of a childhood without loving parents, swinging each other around to help each other avoid it. "Oh." She gets a sympathetic little smile. "That must not have been fun. But our own Yule could be." There's that twitch of his mouth as he starts thinking about it. "With... lots of hugging and nobody pretending to be anyone else. And tea. And cinnamon rolls."

Is that why they both took so many dance lessons? Good to know. She'd be willing to face it someday. Just... not today. Not in public, with his sister lurking around nearby.

The smile is answered with a smile, hers a little wider. His smiles do make her so happy. "I make excellent cinnamon rolls. Do you want me to get up early and hide presents under the tree for you? Well, not too early, you've probably got some fancy family party for that, too, huh?"

They'll face a lot of things together. In their own time.

Another small smile, this time apologetic. "I do. Sorry. But that should be in the evening. I'll probably have all morning and afternoon free..." His gaze slips away as he starts imagining it. "I could come around early and we could exchange presents and have cakes and then we could find the snowiest place in the Nexus and make snowmen."

"Don't be sorry that you have a family, darling. Not everyone's that lucky." She doesn't have to like his family to be jealous he's always got someone at his back. "That all sounds really nice. Just about perfect. And I will make sure you get all of that and anything else you think of between now and then. But right now, you need to get back to Isidor before she comes looking for you."

It brings a wide smile to his face to hear her agreeing with him, to think that she likes the little fantasy as much as he does. A smile bright enough so that it doesn't even vanish when Verity brings him back to present. Instead, he nods. "You're right."

Then he takes a step back, fingers coming together to pull at each other absently. "I'll talk to you soon. And congratulations. For finding Loki." He bobs his head in another nod, waves and skitters off happily.

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It's like his grandparents' probable view of their friendship!

With hair like hers, how could she be anything else?

The fancy braids help. A little.

Only until she rocks up with a Dutch braid faux hawk.

Yeah that might be pushing it.