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Michael comes in from Antar, with a carrier bag.

There's a leather knifesheath at his belt that wasn't there last time he came in.

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And there is a Hank, dressed awfully like a Santa, with three presents.

"Merry Christmas, Michael."

The presents are marked For Michael( a copy of a galactic guide to races and aliens and planets that exist in Hank's universe, where they are, and what they are like, just in case they exist in Michael's space, and a first edition copy of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', signed.), For Maria(A patterned shirt that is dark and light blue together, a set of sooundtracks of vocalists of different ages, and a recipe for homemade fudge, along with a small sample of same), and For Alex(A small set of wooden toys, a jumper with the Milliways Logo on it, and a small ball of soft material that will not fit in the mouth and will not burst no matetr how much force is put on it, and will bounce off of almost any surface, no matter how fragile that surface is.).

He grins and presents Michael with them.

"I hope things are going well on Antar?"

Michael takes them with a crooked grin and stows them in his bag.

"Well as they can be. Thanks, Hank."

"Tis the season, as they say. I hope the rest of your weekend go well. Will Maria and Alex be coming back to Milliways soon?"

He smiles as he sets his bag down.

Michael fishes around in his own bag.

"They come and go. Might stop in for the holiday."

Hank nods.

"As usual, I will be in and out. I have a few places to go, but Bar here has been uncommonly nice on alllowing me to 'time it. She has been good to me this year."

"Bar's usually good to people", Michael says absently, trying to find Hank's present.

Hank peers over that way then grins.

"Yes, she is. "

He watches Michael for a moment, amused just a little.

"Everything okay there?"

"Yeah... aha."

He comes up with it, holding out a wrapped gift.

Hank eyes the package and smiles.

"Thank you. "

He takes it gladly.

The package contains a book on Antarian history.

"Bar can translate it, or I can. Didn't have time yet, though."

Hank smiles as he sees it.

"Thank you!"

He grins as he peers at it.

"I wont trouble you. Bar tends to be good at these things, though I hope you dont mind if I ask questions about inferances and such. Translation can only do so much when confronted with the way a socio-polituical structure changes through the dymnamics of time and cultural upheavals."

Michael looks dubious.

"...I can try?"

Hank grins abashedly.

"Ah, or maybe you could introduce me to such scholars as exist on your world so they could explain it?"

He sounds hopeful.

"Maybe", Michael agrees. "Or set you up in correspondence, at least."

Hank nods.

"That works."

He smiles and glances around and nods.

"Pardon me, a few more presents to giveout. Have a good one."

"And you. See you later."

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