Evelyn knew she wanted to get Heinrich a Christmas present, but she wasn't sure what to get him. She was a bit nervous that she'd get him something too nice and come off as a weirdo, or not nice enough and come off as lazy. She also was mostly broke, so there weren't a lot of options. That all on top of the fact that she was in another state with the McLeods for the holidays meant she was limited in more ways than one. Ness knew that she and Heinrich were friends, but she wasn't sure whether the Aladren knew they were close enough friends that it wasn't weird for Evelyn to send him a gift for Christmas. Or it was weird, and she was just really hoping it wasn't.
She considered this as she meandered around the grocery store, wondering whether she'd prefer to contribute canned cranberries or boxed stuffing to the festivities at Ness' house. She knew she wasn't really obligated to do either, and that her helping hands would be more important than anything else, but she also sort of missed some of the simplicity of doing these things with her mother, and she didn't want to miss out completely. Even if someone else was planning the same thing, this would be something she could contribute.
Unfortunately, grocery shopping in an unfamiliar store always took more time than one planned on, and it was with some degree of frustration that Evelyn arrived in front of the Pop-Tarts. She hadn't intended to buy anything else today, but she felt something strange to see the boxes there in front of her. It wasn't quite like power - she knew she was just as powerless to herself when she stole as she was to anybody else when she followed the rules - but something like that. It was a reminder that she was who she wanted to be, and if she wanted to be someone different, than she could.
Her hand went naturally to her good wolf token in her pocket, and a smile formed on her mouth as an idea did so in her mind. She purchased a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts and canned cranberries on separate orders and left with a much brighter feeling than when she'd gone in.
Later that evening, she sent a package across the country to her friend: a box of Pop-Tarts a receipt, and a letter.
Dear Heinrich,
I thought you might like to try one, paid in full. Thank you for reminding me to be good, and helping me be better than myself. Merry Christmas,