When lot had woken he'd woken with an unexpected optimism. A Christmas optimism. Ever since forming the tribe he'd looked forward to Christmas day, he worked hard to make it as comforting for everyone as possible knowing that for most family was a distant memory. After spending the morning wishing Mustang a very merry Christmas Lot had gotten dressed and made tracks over to the museum to help prepare the dinner.
It was on this path that he spotted a familiar brunette with a cheerful smile. He raised his hand and waved, "Vesper," he called.