"No thank you!" Lyra laughed. "I'm keeping far away from anyone with 'Olympian' in their titles. Besides," she added with a fond smile, glad he was enjoying the gingerbread and breaking an arm off one of the men for herself. "You're my favourite."
"Oh gosh, I'm going to teach you some Christmas carols! I'll stick with the non-religious ones, the ones about Santa and snowtime. Oh! I even remember some in Greek!" She smiled at his insistence on the presents and nodded. "Alright. We'll do this properly. Presents it is. Of course," she added thoughtfully, "now comes the conundrum: what does one get Death?"