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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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"i'm not really an anything person to be honest i live in a texas high rise the biggest animal i see is like tarantulas and those aren't my idea of a good time"

He watches the dog cautiously, but puts his feet back down.

"Yeah, I don't really have anything against tarantulas, like, in principle, but I'd lose my shit if I found one where I wasn't expecting to. Like in my house."

YT's got a thrasher friend who keeps pet tarantulas, and really seems to love them. YT supposes that to him, they're like dogs.

"I mean, you gotta get out of the house and see dogs and stuff once in a while, though. Right?"

"i guess," Dave says, but doesn't elaborate.

"you said it was stella right"

"Yep," says YT.

It occurs to YT that maybe Dave didn't ever go outside and see dogs, or maybe he did but his memory got erased. Dave is super-weird even by Milliways standards, so anything's possible.

"Listen. I got a Christmas present for you. I know you don't know me that well, but I know you, and I thought maybe you'd like this." YT opens one of the pockets in her cargo vest (still keeping Stella on a short leash), and pulls out a thumb drive. It has a small label on it that says 'YT's Thrash Mix.'

Dave takes it and holds it up to read the label. "this is...music"

He sounds curious, cautiously interested.

"you said something about music before is this it"

"You mean nuclear fuzz grunge? Yeah, some of it. There's also some punk and regular grunge."

Because sometimes you just want grunge without the nuclear fuzz.

"It's great music for getting amped up and skating to. But, like, in the skate park," she cautions. "For traffic surfing you need your ears."

"yeah i'm not exactly planning to dive into traffic pretty sure i'm safe there considering i'm also stuck in this fucking place"

He turns the drive over in his hands.

"i mean

"thanks

"this is cool."

YT half-smiles. "Yeah. Merry Christmas. Or Festivus or Hanukkah or whatever it is."

"Arf!" says Stella.

"it was like april or may for me last i checked but now i'm hurtling through the edge of the universe where time and space have no meaning so sure

"christmas

"why not right"

[OOC: I think this is a good fade spot, huh? Thanks for the thread!]

[OOC: Absolutely! It was pretty excellent of her to reach out to him like that.]