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Wes isn't entirely sure when this Earth holiday is, but he supposes it's soon, and he also supposes he ought to be getting things for a few people, if it's like Fete Week. Other people have given him gifts already, after all.

So he's sitting at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake and a sheet of paper with some scrawled names, which he's staring at thoughtfully.

Oh ... and he's wearing a very big, very bright and very absurd dress. Complete with pretty floral bonnet.

No, he has no idea why Bar's put him in this; he glances down at himself every so often and pulls a face.

"Kriffin' women's clothing again."

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Zekk shrugs and looks down at his black tunic and pants. "Think we're just going to keep with what we have on."

"That's cause you're boring," Wes decides, pointing at Zekk. "I think you could do with some colour. Hey, Bar," he says, patting her, "I think the sidekick wants an outfit too."

She won't put him in one just cause Wes asks, but it's a nice thought.

Zekk glares at Wes for the sidekick comment, causing Jaina to snicker.

Jaina and Zekk pick up their drinks and start to walk over towards Wes. "We're not boring."

"And there's nothing wrong with black," Zekk throws in, taking a seat in a stool next to him. "Better taste than that thing you're wearing."

Wes really can't argue with that, so he just pffts and grins ruefully.

"Well, I didn't choose this. You chose your own clothes." He eyes Zekk critically. "I s'pose all black means things don't clash."

Wes Janson, the fashion expert. (He's an expert on everything lately.)

Wes Janson, the fashion expert? Before you know it, everyone will be dressed in bright yellow clothing with black stripes.

"So what's going on then?" Jaina asks curiously, tiptoeing in an attempt to look over Wes' shoulder at his list.

Zekk gestures to Wes' dress. "Is this a part of that Christmas holiday?"

If she catches sight of the list, she might notice Hobbie's name crossed out and written again a couple times; Wes eventually decided to leave it there, figuring that if Hobbie doesn't get back soon, he can just get a random gift later.

"No idea," he says to Zekk. "All I know about Christmas is that it exists. Do Earthians dress up for it a lot?"

Jaina's now decided that peering over his shoulder isn't very helpful (kriffing shortness), so she takes a seat on a barstool. Looking over his forearm's so much easier. She does indeed notice Hobbie's name, and continues to search the list for others taht she'd recognize.

"As far as we know, they just give gifts."

"We got a few," Zekk says smugly. "From Claire and Mara and Sam."

Hers is there somewhere, along with Zekk, Inyri, Wedge, Sam, and a few others. Wes notices her looking, though, and turns the paper over quickly.

"...so not everyone'll be dressed up?" With a touch of despair.

He shakes his head, smiling ruefully. "I got a couple -- from Mark, and Atton." All Star Wars toys, of course.

They shake their heads no. "Don't believe so."

"Looks like you're one of the lucky ones, Wes."

Jaina and Zekk grin before Jaina turns her head to look back down at the paper, frowning when she notices it turned over. "What was that?"

"Looks like you were making a list of something." He looks up at Wes from behind the rim of his glass. "With our names on it."

Jaina cocks her head, clicking curiously. "Celebrating the holiday, too?"

"Lucky. Uh huh. Greeeat."

Wes looks shifty and shakes his head. "'s nothing. Aaaabsolutely nothing. And your names weren't on it anyway," he adds, covering all his bases.

They're not buying that.

"We saw our names."

"Both of them." Zekk grins. "Gift list?"

He really does like the presents he's gotten so far.

"Umm," Wes says, and doesn't think of a convincing lie fast enough. "...no?"

Jaina and Zekk chuckle. "What are you getting us?"

"Something good?"

Wes pauses and looks shifty again, and folds up the sheet so it's small enough to fit in his pocket.

"I'm not telling you."

This means he hasn't figured it out yet.

Everyone's Christmas presents are going to be a little late, undoubtedly.

Jaina and Zekk grin at him. "Why not?"

"Not like there'd be anyone else we'd tell."

Zekk nods absently, picking up his glass to take another sip of the Whyren's. He frowns for a second, looking down in the rim of his glass before glancing back up at Wes.

"Or is it that you haven't thought of anything yet?"

"'Course," he says in answer to Zekk, a little too quickly. "Don't be silly. I'm just not going to tell you because it's supposed to be a surprise, isn't it? Not s'posed to know gifts before you get 'em."

This seems perfectly reasonable as an explanation to him.

Technically, it is a perfectly reasonable explanation. Shame the Joiners just won't by it.

"So it'll be one less surprise."

"We don't mind at all."