[Molly will once again be denied of catching Lycaon in the act of giving a gift. Most likely because Butler was the one who delivered it (Using the key Molly gave Lycaon. Praise him on his stealth, Robin's been teaching him in their spare time). It's not anything big as far as size goes. It's a little bucket that can be used to hold anything. it can be an ice bucket for wine, or to hold trinkets, or even if you wanted to make a vase out of it.
Inside the bucket with the crimped confetti for padding are two bags. One is a bag of Christmas Themed Puppy Chowwrapped with a purple bow at the top. Inside the bag is a card that displays the name of the treat, with a little drawn wolf. The second bag, separated in half by cardstock, are treats for Frumpkin and Daisy respectively. Daisy uses berries that he learned Litleo like, thanks to Rika's help in researching.
Second, there's a candle with its scent labeled Plumeria & Sandalwood. Weird and a bit store-bought for Lycaon's tastes...
Third is a recipe for blueberry pancakes. Not the same one that Lycaon made that one morning after Molly's decision to stick around, but a simplified one for a man with simple cooking skills could make if he were feeling daring.
Fourth is a small bottle about half the size of an index finger, with a chain attached about necklace length. Inside the bottle is a tuft of white fur.
If one were to look underneath that little bottle, there's an enveloped note:]
Check your phone.
[Lycaon knows that reading isn't Molly's strong suit just yet, so an audio recording has been texted to him. If he hits play...]
Mollymauk,
I know it is your goal to try and catch me in the act of giving these gifts, but I simply cannot yield. Especially now, for I feel I would likely die of embarrassment. I'm sure Butler succeeded in dropping this off. Please let him know next time you see him that he did a wonderful job. I try to encourage positive reinforcement.
I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. You are not one for gifts or holidays, but please make another exception, if you would.
The first bag of treats is for you and Zevran to share. I learned of this treat when I was in purgatory, oddly enough, and the name seemed quite amusing. It's called Puppy Chow, and its chocolate and peanut butter melted over checkered rice cereal, and then tossed in powdered sugar. I've put pretzels and some peppermint in as well to help balance out the sweet. The other bag is treats for Frumpkin, and Daisy as well, if you visit Caleb. I split them in half so you do not have to worry about them being mixed up.
The candle...I bet looks very strange coming from me. Truth is I spent quite a bit of time searching the stores for such a candle. It's a bit embarrassing to admit, and I'm sure you'll laugh about it...but this is your scent. Wolfmen can detect the scent of a person beyond just their cologne. It's the scent of one's self, if you can imagine it that way. So you can understand why it took me some time to find this one. Because this scent belongs only to you. It is not something Lucien can have, or take from you. This scent proves you are Mollymauk Tealeaf and no one else.
The recipe...Well, Zevran can cook, so if you would like pancakes when I am not there, I've made a recipe. It's not the same one as the ones I prepared for you that fateful morning, but more of a simplified version. I of course will always be ready to make them for you.
The final item is a tuft of fur from my ears. I don't know if one could call it a good luck charm like a rabbit's foot or protection, but I hope you keep it nearby. You have a wolf's protection, and this is proof of it. Please don't feel like you should wear it, I only attached the chain so that it wouldn't look so empty.
I...admit that I do not have the shared history that you and Hugo have. Hugo understands you better than I could. It's something that you only learn through shared strife together. If that's the case, I would rather be in the dark about those details of your life if it meant saving you another one of those moments. So instead I will gift the way I know how. I will continue to give homemade food. I will continue to nag you to make better life choices. And I will continue to roll my eyes at your flirtations.
That is the way that I, Lycaon, will give.
Merry Christmas, Molly.
Your stalwart ally and friend, as always, Lycaon.
By the way. Your moon sign for 2026 is the Frost Moon, Waning Crescent. It symbolizes a period of rest. I hope you take that to heart and enjoy the peace you have earned for yourself. I know you won't completely, that's not your style. But it is something to keep in mind.
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Christmas Delivery 12/25;
Inside the bucket with the crimped confetti for padding are two bags. One is a bag of Christmas Themed Puppy Chowwrapped with a purple bow at the top. Inside the bag is a card that displays the name of the treat, with a little drawn wolf. The second bag, separated in half by cardstock, are treats for Frumpkin and Daisy respectively. Daisy uses berries that he learned Litleo like, thanks to Rika's help in researching.
Second, there's a candle with its scent labeled Plumeria & Sandalwood. Weird and a bit store-bought for Lycaon's tastes...
Third is a recipe for blueberry pancakes. Not the same one that Lycaon made that one morning after Molly's decision to stick around, but a simplified one for a man with simple cooking skills could make if he were feeling daring.
Fourth is a small bottle about half the size of an index finger, with a chain attached about necklace length. Inside the bottle is a tuft of white fur.
If one were to look underneath that little bottle, there's an enveloped note:]
Check your phone.
[Lycaon knows that reading isn't Molly's strong suit just yet, so an audio recording has been texted to him. If he hits play...]
Mollymauk,
I know it is your goal to try and catch me in the act of giving these gifts, but I simply cannot yield. Especially now, for I feel I would likely die of embarrassment. I'm sure Butler succeeded in dropping this off. Please let him know next time you see him that he did a wonderful job. I try to encourage positive reinforcement.
I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. You are not one for gifts or holidays, but please make another exception, if you would.
The first bag of treats is for you and Zevran to share. I learned of this treat when I was in purgatory, oddly enough, and the name seemed quite amusing. It's called Puppy Chow, and its chocolate and peanut butter melted over checkered rice cereal, and then tossed in powdered sugar. I've put pretzels and some peppermint in as well to help balance out the sweet. The other bag is treats for Frumpkin, and Daisy as well, if you visit Caleb. I split them in half so you do not have to worry about them being mixed up.
The candle...I bet looks very strange coming from me. Truth is I spent quite a bit of time searching the stores for such a candle. It's a bit embarrassing to admit, and I'm sure you'll laugh about it...but this is your scent. Wolfmen can detect the scent of a person beyond just their cologne. It's the scent of one's self, if you can imagine it that way. So you can understand why it took me some time to find this one. Because this scent belongs only to you. It is not something Lucien can have, or take from you. This scent proves you are Mollymauk Tealeaf and no one else.
The recipe...Well, Zevran can cook, so if you would like pancakes when I am not there, I've made a recipe. It's not the same one as the ones I prepared for you that fateful morning, but more of a simplified version. I of course will always be ready to make them for you.
The final item is a tuft of fur from my ears. I don't know if one could call it a good luck charm like a rabbit's foot or protection, but I hope you keep it nearby. You have a wolf's protection, and this is proof of it. Please don't feel like you should wear it, I only attached the chain so that it wouldn't look so empty.
I...admit that I do not have the shared history that you and Hugo have. Hugo understands you better than I could. It's something that you only learn through shared strife together. If that's the case, I would rather be in the dark about those details of your life if it meant saving you another one of those moments. So instead I will gift the way I know how. I will continue to give homemade food. I will continue to nag you to make better life choices. And I will continue to roll my eyes at your flirtations.
That is the way that I, Lycaon, will give.
Merry Christmas, Molly.
Your stalwart ally and friend, as always, Lycaon.
By the way. Your moon sign for 2026 is the Frost Moon, Waning Crescent. It symbolizes a period of rest. I hope you take that to heart and enjoy the peace you have earned for yourself. I know you won't completely, that's not your style. But it is something to keep in mind.