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The Door opens. A reddish half-grown standard poodle puppy dashes through, followed by a length of leash, followed by YT. The puppy is totally psyched to SNIFF ALL THE THINGS, and YT has to make a determined effort to avoid being dragged around on the end of the leash.

"Stella! Stella, heel," YT instructs.

The puppy - Stella - complies, albeit with a big dose of guilt-inducing Sad Puppy Eyes. YT gives it a couple of seconds, then starts walking around the perimeter of the room, gently tugging the leash to indicate that Stella should come with her. It's only fair to let Stella sniff things, but she has to behave herself and do it on YT's terms. Which means no, Stella, you can't chew on the elf dolls.

YT herself is dressed festively in - from the feet up - ankle-high faux-fur-lined boots, jeans, and an ugly Christmas sweater with an unbuttoned red trench coat over it. The coat has lots of pockets, just the way YT likes it, but most of them are hidden. YT's also wearing a backpack with various Christmas gifts for her Milliways pods.

[OOC: See this back room post for the people on YT's Christmas list. If you tag this post you will get your gift in person. Otherwise she will leave it at the Bar for you.]

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Dammit. The pink scarf was supposed to be a gag gift. Yamato is totally ruining the setup by accepting it.

"Well then, happy birthday mofo," YT says. (Somewhere in the bar, another elf appears.)

"I have what was supposed to be your actual gift..." YT reaches into her bag again and pulls out another scrarf. This one is made of deep emerald green yarn, with a mock cable pattern. Unlike the pink scarf, this one would actually provide some protection from the elements. YT holds the scarf out to Yamato. "Merry freakin' Christmas."

Stella, meanwhile, decides that it's time for Yamato to move from ear skritches to belly skritches, and rolls over.

Yamato has definitely had worse Christmas presents. Jun Motomiya has seen to that, extensively and over a period of several years.

The actual gift is much nicer, though. Yamato takes it and, extremely solemnly, puts it on over the pink scarf.

"Merry Christmas to you, too," he says, cocking his head. "I'll have to get something to give you in return."

"Sparkly nail polish," YT says, "or something practical, like gear I could carry in my coverall."

See, sometimes guys are clueless about how to give gifts, and it's easier on everyone if you just tell them what you want instead of expecting them to be telepathic or something.

"By the way, Gabumon, I got something for your too." YT digs back into her backpack. Stella takes an interest in it, and YT has to push her away. The present is a box of holiday-colored Twinkies.

"I don't know how to shop for a Digimon, but apparently you need a lot of calories to transform and stuff, so..."

"Sparkly nail polish it is, then," Yamato says. "Since I don't even know what kind of gear you'd need in your day to day life."

Gabumon eagerly takes the box, and opens it immediately to start chowing down on Twinkies.

"That's true -- getting stuck in a fight when Gabumon hasn't eaten enough to evolve isn't fun for anyone," Yamato says wryly.

"Dude." YT is watching Gabumon chow down on Twinkies. It's disturbing and mesmerizing at the same time, like a really gnarly car wreck. "Do all Digimon eat like that?"

"Huh? Oh, er. I guess Palmon and Tailmon are a little daintier about it, but usually it's way worse than this," Yamato says, as if he's not really thought about it before. "Gabumon's pretty restrained by Digimon standards."

"So there's no such thing as table manners in the digital world?"

YT puts her elbows on the table sometimes - much to her mom's annoyance - but she's positively dainty compared to what's going on here.

"Not really. I mean, table manners are kind of a society thing, and Digimon don't really have societies. They're not social creatures, by and large," Yamato says. "And most of them don't even live in houses anyway, so no tables to have table manners at."

YT watches as Gabumon polishes off the last Twinkie. "I can't decide whether that was gross or kind of cool," she says.

"Definitely cool, since Gabumon is obviously the coolest Digimon around," Yamato says, gravely.

YT turns to Gabumon. "You get a certificate for that or something? No, Stella, don't lick the wrappers. Guys, can we clean this stuff up so Stella doesn't make herself sick?"

At least, not on Twinkie remnants. She may find another unspeakable thing to eat and make herself sick that way.

"I don't think they make certificates for that," Gabumon says.

"Besides, it's obvious just by looking at him, right? He just oozes cool," Yamato adds, bending to gather up the Twinkie wrappers.

YT helps too, although she is somewhat preoccupied by her efforts to keep Stella from licking said wrappers.

"Seems to me that if Gabumon is the coolest Digimon, that makes you the coolest Digimon buddy," YT says. "So you're probably, like, biased or something."

Not that Gabumon isn't at least a little bit cool. And more than a little bit adorable.

"I am the coolest partner, though. By association, at least," Yamato says, ruffling Gabumon's fur. "Everyone says so."

"Uh-huh," YT says, rolling her eyes. "I guess I have to believe you, since it's not like I can get a second opinion." Not yet, anyway.

"I'm wounded that you wouldn't believe me anyway," Yamato says.

"Hey, just 'cause we're pals doesn't mean I have to believe everything you say. Especially because you'd prank the shit out of me if I did."

"I've never pranked anyone in my life. I've definitely never pranked you."

"Yeah, but if I were totally clueless you couldn't not prank me. You know, for the lulz." Pause. "Or maybe that's just me."

Messing with people is one of YT's favorite hobbies, although she is relatively gentle when doing it to/with friends. The key word being relatively.

"I'm the soul of all seriousness and would never prank anybody."

His innocent face might be more compelling if it weren't eerily similar to the innocent face Gabumon makes whenever he's caught playing a joke on somebody.

Yeah, YT noticed that. "Pro tip: don't rely on Gabumon to teach you how to do a poker face."

YT doesn't know who he should rely on instead, but Gabumon is definitely not the guy/Digimon.

"How do you know I didn't teach Gabumon my poker face?" Yamato asks. "Or we could both have developed it naturally in isolation."

"Because that face looks better on Gabumon than it does on you, you dip," YT says, with a conspiratorial wink at Gabumon.

Gabumon grins toothily, rubbing the back of his head shyly.

"Okay, that's enough ego-boosting for you for one day," Yamato says, offering Gabumon his arm. Gabumon clambers up it, settling onto his shoulders. Yamato waits until he's settled before standing. "Thanks for the scarves, YT."

"You're welcome," YT says.

"Arf!" Stella says.

[OOC: Wrap it here?]

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