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Smeagol sits at a table, flipping through the book of poetry from Elrond. He may not be able to read it, but he likes looking at the runes.

He's still wearing the hat, even though he's beginning to think it has an agenda against him. Occasionally he swats the fluffball out of his eyes.

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- definitely your color, *Meg says, amused.*

"This hat is working against me," Smeagol complains, taking it off and glaring at it.

Yes, its foul felt schemes will someday be your undoing, *Meg agrees, cheerfully.*

Smeagol blinks at her. "I don't think you're taking it seriously. This hat is cursed. See this, this white thing? It's evil, it is. Evil."

He pauses, and inspects the hat.

"It's warm, though."

It's called a bobble, *Meg tells him, helpfully.* It's traditional, with Santa hats. It's supposed to show that it's jolly.

"What hats?"

Hats for Santa Clause - you know, the Christmas spirit, sort of person, *Meg says, and grins.*

- you do know about Christmas, right? You were here for it last year, I think -

Smeagol waves a hand. "I know Christmas. That's your Yule, right?"

Yep - and speaking of which, I've got a present for you around here somewhere -

*Meg pauses to rummage in the parcels around her feet.*

Smeagol leans over, interested.

"I didn't get you anything," he says, preemptively. "Let me buy you dinner instead?"

*Meg pops up again, with two packages, and grins at him.*

- sure, but not tonight, I'm already full on chocolate - and speaking of which, this one's from my father, hesheit left one for all my friends. This one's from me.

*The package is heavy, and fairly firmly book-shaped.*

"I meant to make you something, but then things went strange -" Smeagol looks at the package from Desire.

"Your father?" he asks, as he pulls the paper off Meg's present.

Ouais, Desire - you know, I live with himherit now, most of the time.

*Meg grins, as he opens the present.*

It's a Poor Richard's Almanac - it's one of those books that, you know, is supposed to tell you things and proverbs and so on? I figured, since you gave up the omnipotence, now you can find out the important things in a legitimate kind of way -

Smeagol grins at it. "I'll be sure to find things out from it, once I learn how to read."

He reaches for Desire's package and opens it curiously.

*Meg grins back.*

- well, help with the whole reading thing is kind of implicitly included in the package, tu sais?

*Desire's package contains a box of whatever kind of chocolate Smeagol likes best.

Desire's good that way.*

Smeagol has never had chocolate, other than in milkshakes and ice cream, but the smell alone is enough to endear it to him.

"Food?" he asks, taking one out of the box.

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