Mary Poppins: Events: Gifts: Xellos
Mary often spent her afternoons at the pub, for no other reason then that she enjoyed the comfortable atmosphere of the place, a fact all the more obvious when the weather was as gray an uninviting as winter can be. Still, when she received her gift exchange assignment on a bit of paper in a scrawled but somehow lovely script, she had made it a point to spend a few of those afternoons watching the master of the bar. What to give Xellos, someone who, if he did not have everything, certainly did not appear to be in want of anything in particular.
It was a question to be pondered over, surely, and Mary spent no short amount of time trying to decide the appropriate gift. Not even taking up the, admittedly beginner, study of chemistry and time spent with Sherlock could distract her from this.
Finally, she decided. And brought a lovingly hand-carved walking stick to the bar, wrapped up neatly in paper with a cheery blue ribbon wrapped around it. His name was on a small card attached to said ribbon and, anyway, the package was hard to miss.
But she placed it down as unobtrusively as she could then took up her normal table. Any nanny who is to survive with children for more than a week must be able to have eyes on the back of her neck. It's a trade secret. So Mary turned her glance away and busied herself with something inconsequential while keeping an eye on the package on the bar.
It was a question to be pondered over, surely, and Mary spent no short amount of time trying to decide the appropriate gift. Not even taking up the, admittedly beginner, study of chemistry and time spent with Sherlock could distract her from this.
Finally, she decided. And brought a lovingly hand-carved walking stick to the bar, wrapped up neatly in paper with a cheery blue ribbon wrapped around it. His name was on a small card attached to said ribbon and, anyway, the package was hard to miss.
But she placed it down as unobtrusively as she could then took up her normal table. Any nanny who is to survive with children for more than a week must be able to have eyes on the back of her neck. It's a trade secret. So Mary turned her glance away and busied herself with something inconsequential while keeping an eye on the package on the bar.