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The month of December meant many of things. The first was the most obvious-Christmas, or Yule. The second, was that another year was coming to an end. How many had she seen now? Just shy of five hundred and fifteen days and nights. Of course, she had not seen as many days as nights, but since she was born, Elizabeth had seen over five centuries of time pass. About half that in the shadow realms. What would five more centuries bring?

Alex had inquired if Elizabeth would once again, put a tree up this year. In truth, she had not thought about it, given it had been a tradition she started when Shamus and her had their first Christmas together. And with so few people still in town, it seemed more of a waste and unnecessary effort expended. Never mind the fact that she planned to be back 'home' around the holiday season to deal with Eurielle. So, taking the diplomatic route, she shirked off the task to Alexandrea and promised to help the woman with her tree, should she put one up this year. Christmas was not something the woman really celebrated until she had created childre who celebrated the concept.

Elizabeth refocused her attention to the first train of thought-Christmas, and what that entailed. Present shopping, though for the first time in a handful of years, the list had dwindled to something...manageable. As much as the process of shopping for others became a tedious task, Elizabeth came to realize that she would rather shop for twenty or thirty, than the handful she had this year. It was a statement on so many fronts.

They say it is the most wonderful time of the year, but clearly, the person who wrote the lyrics to that song did not have to do much shopping... Elizabeth started the thought with a follow up question, because it was unlikely he knew what she was speaking of. I imagine one has not done much Christmas shopping and with your family being so large...perhaps some help and advice?' Elizabeth reached out to Alaric, simply because if she knew the mindset of men, it meant that he hadn't even thought of shopping yet, or if he had, how, and where to begin. Or, if that sounds painfully dreadful, perhaps your company and thoughts would be agreeable? Elizabeth tried to keep Alaric in 'loop' about things going on in the city as they cropped up, given he was not a man that appreciated the online world, or ventured out much. Not that she could blame him some nights. It had its appeal and allure, still, she owed it to the other elder, or perhaps the few, including him, that were in his family that she had a fondness for.

His reply made her smile. At times, the two had much in common, and it was apparent in his reply. For her first Christmas with her family, she had more or less done the same and in return, Lisa, one of her first childre had gifted her something with their family emblem as well. That is a wonderful idea. She thought back in return, in regards to what he was gifting everyone in his family this year.

Bags? Elizabeth frowned at the thought of having Alaric carry her bags, as if he were nothing more than a servant at best to her. She understood the gesture, but she did not slip into his mind to be her 'bag boy,' for lack of a better terminology. She shook her head, only to abruptly stop shaking her head when the woman remembered they were not face to face, though telepathy was as natural to her as it was to those who spoke face to face, before she replied. My family is not that large... She laughed then, discounting the idea of having Alaric along to hold bags upon bags. I had just thought the company would be nice and if you had yet to make your arrangements... She trailed off, before glancing around.

At my bakery, but I can be anywhere in a matter of seconds. She indicated, as Elizabeth moved around the metal table in the center of the kitchen to collect a dish rag to wipe it down, before sterilizing the area with proper cleaning solution. Where shall we meet? Elizabeth inquired, before adding on, Apple, cherry or strawberry? Her eyes wandering out past the open swinging door to the tart case where her eyes landed on a variety of tarts-for his family, clearly.

A cherry tart was set within a light pink box as soon as Alaric specified his family's preference, and packaged up using twine. All sides were secured with quick hands, before Elizabeth moved to take off her apron and hang it in its spot besides the other aprons that other employees wore. She grabbed her wool coat and slipped into it. It was tied at her waist, before the telepath woman grabbed the tart and replied to Alaric about the chosen meeting place. Wonderful. I shall see thee soon at Bullwood then. A confirmation of the fact they were meeting and where they were meeting at was passed on mentally.

With the tart in one hand, resting between her body and upon her arm, Elizabeth moved to the front door of the bakery where she double checked the security system and ensured the door was, in fact, locked. Once she was positive it was, Elizabeth moved away from the door and teleported herself three blocks from the station. Her blue hues glanced down to the packaged tart and smiled, relieved to see it all in tact and as it should be. Her steps took her slowly, but surely to the station, keeping in mind the snow and ice that went along with the winter weather at this time of year.

Once at the station, her eyes moved around to see if the other elder had appeared yet. Not seeing him, Elizabeth moved to claim a bench that had been cleared of any snow fall earlier in the day time hours. the woman set the tart besides her, and ran her fingers over the wool fabric of her coat. Mentally, she thought of those she needed to buy for, and some ideas for those people, while the elder waited for the other.