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Tycho Brahe walks into the bar, some Merch merch in his arms and some wrapping paper. He grins and heads to a table, where he sets this stuff out. Now, as long as Gabe doesn't show up. Tycho doesn't want to have to explain that the Merch merch is not for him.

It's for Ann. Not that he's sure Ann likes the Merch either. At least not as much as Gabe does. But does anyone like anything as much as Gabe?

The mun rambles. The point is, Tycho is in the bar. Wrapping the Merch.

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She smiles back.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh, wrapping the Merch. It's my neice's Christmas present." He shrugs. "I'm in shock I bought it. Hey, if a black haired guy who looks crazy and is about the same height as me walks in...let me know?"

Gabe cannot win!

"All right." She replies, warily, then eyes the gift some more.

"Why are you wrapping it?"

"For...Christmas." He eyes her. "You're...not from...Star Wars or anything are you?"

He adds tape. Lots of.

"Star wars?" This draws a slightly confused look. "No, I am from Camelot. We do not have this Christmas. Is wrapping required?""

"Camelot!" Tycho grins. He's played many a video game with Camelot in it. "Great. No, it's not required but it's tradition. So is shoving your best friend under mistletoe with your Aunt Clara."

Best friend is used in relative terms.

"Mistletoe for kissing, yes?" She's been caught on that already, but she's still smiling. "You have heard of Camelot?"

Tycho nods. "Yes. For kissing."

Maybe he can trap Hermione under it. Or Ron. He's not picky. His girlfriend might be angry though.

"Yeah, I've heard of Camelot. It's pretty famous where...and when I'm from." Tycho nods again.

"There is enough of it around." She looks up and confirms she is not under any.

"I have heard there are many stories written about it. Likely all inaccurate."

Tycho glances up too. Especially because he's terrified one day he'll end up under some with Gabe and there will be bloodshed.

"Yeah, probably. But anything that was written down about it was probably destroyed. I read a lot of the legends when in college. They were nicely written...don't know how accurate though."

"I do not know that much was written down. Battle records, perhaps. Otherwise, not many of us are literate."

She looks at the wrapping paper, a little fascinated, since she's talking of writing. "That is very pretty."

"Oh, uh thanks." Tycho nods. "My girlfriend can do it better."

He adds some more tape. He feels remotely proud. He hasn't said fuck yet.

"What will your niece do when you give it to her?"

"Open it. Pretend she loves it even if she doesn't. Probably be pissed it's not a video game." Tycho shrugs. "And then like Gabe more because knowing Gabe he went and bought her a fucking 360."

Oh, there's the fuck.

"And what do you do with the paper?" Yes, that's really what she's interested in.

"...Throw it away." Tycho raises an eyebrow.

"Oh." She looks disappointed. "I suppose asking for it would be strange."

"...kind of." Tycho still eyes her. "But I can bring it to you if you want. We'll have lots."

"Just a small bit?" She asks, hopefully. "We do not have a lot of paper and none like this."

"Sure." Tycho nods slowly. Right.

"Thank you." She beams.

Tycho smiles again. "No problem. Any colour preference?"

"Blue, or yellow?" She's still grinning. "Thank you so much.. uh, what is your name?"

"Tycho. What's yours?" He nods. "An blue or yellow. Gotcha."

"I am Lady Cywyllog."

She nods in reference to the colours. "They are my boys' favourites."