[ In line with Julie being excellent at throwing parties, she is also an extremely talented gift-giver. She enjoys coming up with and distributing gifts only slightly less than she enjoys receiving them (she really enjoys receiving them). And though she is from a family of neglectful, white trash alcoholics, they have Midwestern manners ingrained deep. At Christmas, you give everyone around you a gift, that's simply how it is. If you can't afford gifts, you make them. If you can't make them, you write a card and do a favor.
In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
On Christmas morning, left outside Jaskier's vineyard, are three things. All three are tied together with the same pink ribbon. One is a set of bath bombs (that may or may not also contain CBD), because that had seemed like something Jaskier would be very into. The next is a box of the fanciest chocolates that she was capable of imagining.
The third, and by far the most obvious, is an albino peacock with a pink bow around its neck.
Left on top of the boxes is a folded piece of paper with familiar handwriting.
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In the Horizon, her options are limitless.
On Christmas morning, left outside Jaskier's vineyard, are three things. All three are tied together with the same pink ribbon. One is a set of bath bombs (that may or may not also contain CBD), because that had seemed like something Jaskier would be very into. The next is a box of the fanciest chocolates that she was capable of imagining.
The third, and by far the most obvious, is an albino peacock with a pink bow around its neck.
Left on top of the boxes is a folded piece of paper with familiar handwriting.
Careful, he pecks.
Merry Christmas.
- Julie ]