I don't own anything but my Andean collection and a bunch of dust bunnies enjoying the safe preserve I provide for them.

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For Nancy K., who wanted us all to write Christmas stories. Sheesh... :)

"Nick!"

"What?"

"Don't you 'what?' me, buster. I saw what you were about to do!"

"Geez, Kyer. I swear I was only looking."

"Yeah, right. With saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth. And reel in those fangs before somebody notices them."

"Oh. <wipe> Can I help it I'm getting hungry? I mean, you're the one who begged me to take you to this 'Yuletide Exotic Foods & Music Festival. Practically dragged me into the Caddy as I recall. *I* was content to stay in the loft listening to cds, remember?"

"Okay, so your hungry. So try some of the gourmet french fries. *One* of these stands is bound to have some tomatoey sauce on hand. Ooo---! Looky---there's the Andean band setting up to play! C'mon!"

"No. I want to try something *exotic*. This *is* the *Exotic Food* Festival, and I want to try something *exotic*. I mean, how many times do *I* get to try something exotic?"

"Eesh-ta-Gads! Sometimes I think I befriended a five-year old kid instead of an 800-year old knight. Oh, *stop* it with the patented puppy dog look. You know I... oh... shoot. Go ahead. Help yourself then. But if 'Santa' and his 'elves' notice you messin' with their reindeer, I'll swear I don't know you."