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Liz Imbrie is so not hungover.

'Course not. Hangovers are for the weak.

She is in a booth, rather near the fire, with slush dripping off her sensible overshoes, and carefully cleaning up that sketch of Edmund Pevensie (whose name she still doesn't know).

She could probably be convinced to draw you in all your Christmas finery, too. If you ask nicely.

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A gaily dressed SantaBeast(see icon) wanders up and pulls out a wrapped package from his large and rather shimmery bag.

He hands it over with a smile.

"Merry Christmas!"

The package contains three smaller boxes. Inside the first is a package of fine drawing paper. Inside the second is a set of paintbrushes of all sizes and shapes as well as a few mixes of rare paint colors with instructions on how to add water to leaven them out. Inside the third is a set of drawing pencils of various styles.

She jumps, startled, first at his voice, and then at the...weirdness a SantaBeast.

"Merry Christmas."

She doesn't open the boxes quite yet, being a bit engaged in blinking. But she will be very pleased when she does.

Hank offers his hand(claw) for shaking.

"Doctor Hank McCoy, at your service."

"Elizabeth Imbrie. How do you do."

She looks dubiously at her hand, smudged as it is with pencil lead, and smiles a little.

He grins and shakes it anyway. His hands have been in worse shape.

"I am quite well, thank you. How is your Christmas shaping up?"

"Not bad at all, thank you. I hope yours is the same?"

If Hank wants to sit down, he's welcome -- she's even put down her pencil.

Hank settles into a chair and sets his bag nearby.

"It has been a good one so far. No crises, no bad things."

"The absence of bad makes something good? All right."

"Well, I mean in as such as there are no villains trying to burn the Mansion down, turn any of us evil, or somehow decimate the populace right now, so things are good."

"I really should have learned by now not to ask, in Milliways. But that does sound as though you've reason to enjoy the holiday."

He grins at that.

"It has been a good one so far. definitely a good one."

"It's always nice when Christmas is actually a good time."

he smiles.

"What will you be doing today?"

She blows out a breath.

"I...don't know, really. Mike's asleep, or he was when I left, and I don't really have somewhere to be."

It's Tracy and Dexter's first Christmas together again, and she won't intrude on that. And she may love Mike (she does), but she is not going to deal with him and his damned hangover today. He can sleep it off.

"Thought I'd finish this off, see if I can spot the subject," she says, a moment later, tapping the paper in front of her. "Maybe I'll leave it with Bar when I'm done."

"I hope your christmas is a merry oen then."

he smiles.

"Tis a good day for simple things. You are more than welcome to stay here."

She nods. "Thanks -- the same to you, Doctor. I'll probably be getting home before dark, actually."

he smiles a little.

"Very well. I hope it goes well."

He rises and bows to her.

"Merry Chrirtmas."

And he heads off.

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