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Generally speaking, Mimsy believed that minipets existed as little tools to be used as a method of achieving knowledge. They did not hold any particular sentimental value to her, and she did not actually agree with any of the ethics-pushing detailed in the brochure. They were not meant to be pets or companions, and it seemed silly to care about them, when caring was a limited resource.

But there were two beady eyes staring at her through an impossible amount of fluff, and when the light caught them just right, the glimmer in those tiny eyes, partially hidden by a mysterious hood, kind of reminded her of...

She scooped up the minipet and held it at eye-level.

"I love you," she whispered, and kissed its little wet nose before she pulled it to her chest to adoringly hold it like a baby.

One hand was contentedly scratching it under its chin when she heard something that sounded very much like Robert yelling. Brow knit, she turned to move in that direction, and was intercepted by a question about string theory. From Jordan. She was not only fond of him, she owed him.

A small whine came from either her or the minipet.

"Hello, Jordan. It is always a pleasure!" She smiled, more genuinely cheerful than usual. "Is there any particular portion that you would like me to address, or would a basic overview suffice? I would be happy to discuss this with you in detail, but I think it would be best to do in another setting. If you are interested in its application to our work, I have been studying that at length in my spare time. Regretfully, that particular topic would also have to wait - I don't have my materials with me."

"...." Peyton stared as Solomon frowned at Nevada before apparently deciding on a much better idea then going off on patrol. This idea seemed to include launching himself and Dory onto the already packed throne. That's when the Dainty Sun happened to glance up far enough to notice the bit of mistletoe hung above the 6 bodies now occupying the chair. Lips pursed, she made her way over to the throne, standing beside it with arms half crossed, palms cupping her elbows.

"You're sitting under mistletoe, Batman." Her voice was mild as she tipped her head up indicating the little bundle of green leaves above them. Then she turned pale eyes on Dorian, smiling at him as he laughed. "You okay there boy wonder?"

It was a tempting thing to take advantage of the mistletoe to steal a kiss from the Hero of Gotham, but she resisted, at least for now. Of course, she was also hoping no one else was equally as tempted.

A considering glance was passed to the other occupants of the chair. America prodding her foot into Sol, Pandora and Edgar in matching outfits. The trio made sense. Allan's presence was unexpected, though not entirely surprising. She grinned at her division lead.




[quote"Everyone else in the throne!"]

Otto turned to give Gale a glare, but the glare didn't come off as menacing as he hoped it would. The damned Joy in the air made him so much less irritable than usual. It was ruining his street cred. "Sup, Gale." He murmured without malice, which was sure to make him sick later.

He then leered, "....Somethin' spilled on yur hair."

Suddenly, himself and Eva were captured by a giant Santa (Robert). Otto wriggled and squirmed the whole way, muttering profanities at the oaf of a man. Suddenly, he was atop of a large pile of people on a giant throne.

No. All his nopes.

Otto tried to flail and flee like a cat thrown into water. Allen helped.

There was a Robert shaped crater in the gingerbread wall.

"I dunno. Do you happen to have a box of electronics hidden in your bra?" He smiled widely, popping open the bottle of beer.

"Kidding~ Woah! This stuff tastes like gingerbread."

Cass looked at Marcus, picked up a handful of snow, then lobbed it at him before running away.

America landed in the ******** cake but it was only a matter of moments before she was up and grinning at her leader. "Give him back," she demaded cheerfully, weapon suddenly glowing in her hands. "You may have taken my kissing chair but you can't have my political prisoner!"