"...I fell asleep too. I was, uh...putting presents at people's doors." He blushed and ducked his mouth and nose behind his scarf. His cheeks turned pink, but that could easily be from the cold, right? He wondered if Kit ever found her gift and was just about to ask before a napkin was held out to him.

He took the loaf and smiled behind his scarf at the tag with the drawing on it. It was a little childish, but that still meant it was his. He had so few things that he could call his and this was one of them.

"Thanks, Kit. And...I dunno what Rammadan is, but merry Christmas."