In Which They Celebrate The Holidays

Delegado awoke, stretching and snorting. He felt a bit stiff, as he was used to sleeping otuside, not in a bed.

Stumbling out into the main room, the half-orc found the warforged staring at the decorated tree by the chimney.

"Did you stay up all night waiting to see if he would come down the chimney?" the half-orc asked, forcing a small grin.

"Maybe," Iron Orphan said, in a manner that betrayed a low Charisma modifier to untrained Bluff checks. The warforged reached into a pile of presents and handed one to the half-orc. Delegado could see Orphan's neat, precise handwriting on the card near the bow. "I got you something."

Delegado raised an eye and pulled on the ribbon to open it. He then lifted the box lid to find a pack of birdseed for Feather, and a gift certificate to Arrows R Us. "Aw, Orphan," the half-orc said, geuninely touched. "You shouldn't have."

The warforged affected a shrug, which was always an odd motion to see as he had no clavicles. "I wanted to."

Delegado then reached down and pulled his own box out of the pile. "I got this for you," he told the warforged.

"For me?" Orphan asked, surprised. He opened the ribbon (which wasn't tied well, Delegado spent his skill points on other things) and lifted the box lid to find a can of WD-40 and a stuffed red heart-shaped plushie from Dorothy's Shtick-o-rama. "Del, how did you know?"

"Happy Holidays, Orphan," the half-orc said, donning a red hat with a white tassel.

"Happy Holidays, Del," the warforged said. He paused. "So he's really not coming down the chimney then?"

Delegado shook his head in bemusement and went off to find some eggnog.