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[sos_pilot]

Hey, this is D-D-Della Duck, but oh no, I'm not here! Drop me a line and I'll get back to you ASAP! Della out!




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Text, around the 23rd or 24th

[pricklybloom]

Hey Della! Are you at home right now?

[sos_pilot]

I can be home in about 5 minutes. What's up???

[pricklybloom]

It's a surprise~

I'll see you soon.

[ She'll give Della the five minutes to get home before going over herself, and knocks on the door to signal her arrival. ]

[sos_pilot]

[ Della races to open it, practically flinging the door open. ]

Amy! I love surprises!

[pricklybloom]

[ When the door opens, Amy is already holding the basket of cookies up for Della to see, a bright grin on her face. ]

Well good! Otherwise these might've gone to waste.

[sos_pilot]

Aw, Ames! C'mere!

[ This, of course, calls for a big hug! ]

I didn't know I summoned the cookie fairy!

[pricklybloom]

[ She giggles, more than happy to accept and return the hug. ]

Well, you should know that cookie fairies are summoned by sweethearts.

[sos_pilot]

[ Della gives an affection beak nuzzle to.... hair/spines(???) Look it's a mom friend thing. ]

Oh, stop, your sugar-talk will get me even more cavities.

[pricklybloom]

[ (Yes)

With another giggle, she pulls back just a bit. ] There are a bunch of different kinds, and there's plenty if you wanted to share with your roommates or anything.

[ If she wanted. ]

[sos_pilot]

Oh, I'm definitely sharing the spoils. Fenton needs the sugar rush to speed up his experiments, and... it's nice to get Drake to shut up when he's babbling about Darkwing, so shoving cookies in his beak will do the job.

[pricklybloom]

[ She does not know either of her housemates, but she laughs anyway. She'll have to take Della's word for it. ]

Oh, that reminds me. [ She reaches into her bag again, pulling out a different basket. ] I got some treats for Atom too. I didn't make these, so I hope he likes it.

[sos_pilot]

[ She laughs as well, happily taking the next basket. ]

I bet Atom will love these too! Now the entire household can be full of merriment and full stomachs!

[pricklybloom]

[ She giggles. ] That's the idea! Wouldn't be much of Christmas if not everyone got some treats, right?

[sos_pilot]

Darn right! This is a Christmas for everyone, with gifts, hugs, and no more traps!

[ ...um-? ]

[pricklybloom]

[ ...yeah no, she has to ask. ]

Traps?

[sos_pilot]

Oh, I used to set traps to try and capture Santa Claus since I thought he betrayed my uncle. But we're all good now!

[ ducktales. woo-oo. ]

[pricklybloom]

...should I even ask?

[sos_pilot]

The short version is, my uncle led me to believe Santa Claus was a bad guy, but it was actually just my uncle being a jerk.

[pricklybloom]

[ Okay yeah, she has to know. ] What's the longer version?

[sos_pilot]

For that, we might wanna enjoy these treats with some cocoa and chairs. Come on in and make yourself comfortable!

[pricklybloom]

[ She considers that for a moment, because she does have other gifts that she still needs to drop off, and she hadn't planned on staying too long.

...but she's just soooooooo curious.

So eventually she steps inside, placing her bag somewhere she can easily pick up later as she follows Della. ]

[sos_pilot]

[ Della leads her to the kitchen, and begins shuffling around to grab some mugs, cocoa powder, milk, pot, kettle, etc... ]

Okay, so, first, the backstory. My uncle has always aimed to be the richest duck in the world, ever since he was a duckling. To that end, he's traveled all over the world and taken every odd job available. Also, pretty sure he's either immortal or a time traveler, but, whatever.

[ Cause that's normal! ]

[pricklybloom]

[ Considering Amy's own group of friends, that is pretty normal, so she just nods as if that makes the most sense in the world. ]

Okay.

[sos_pilot]

[ Ingredients in pot, heat on! ]

So a super long time ago, way out at the North Pole, Uncle Scrooge was selling coal door to door. Unfortunately, he was kind of being a giant jerk about it - since it's super cold there, he knew he could jack up the prices to way more than was necessary. But he was a one-man operation at the time, so he was having trouble making deliveries.

That's when my uncle met the big man himself... Santa Claus.

[pricklybloom]

[ Given Della's earlier remarks, the last one isn't too surprising. But Amy is still intrigued as she nods. ]

Did he try to sell coal to Santa too?