Instead of wasting most of a week searching in the cold for wherever they lived, Lain decided to go to the inn and leave the bags beneath the counter. While waiting for the water to boil for her cocoa, she snatched a bit of paper and a lone pen to scribble down a note. In sloppy handwriting it reads:

Happy late Christmas, you guys! ~

Wanted to get these to you now just because I had the ideas fresh in my head. I remember promising you guys tee shirts, and well? Here they are! Brian, yours is the one with the giant fig leaf on the front. I was thinking of having Tick make a pair of pants with it... but then decided not to. I swear it'd look fricken weird.

Jen, yours is the tank top with the white bands of ivy leaf trim across the chest. I totally thought it was you when he showed it to me.

I hope you guys like these. I had one made for Alex and myself as well. Hope to see you soon!

~ Lain

P.S. - Have either of you seen Flicker? He's gone missing since your guys' party. Any info. on him would be so appreciated. Thanks!

She tacked the note to one of the bags, making sure that they were both tucked safely away in a cupboard under the counter. And grabbing her mug of cocoa, she skittered out of the inn, flicking the till in goodbye and grinning as the cobra hissed and spat on the inside of it.